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Aug 2017
my hands are a blur

I know I can barely feel

throwing things at the wall
water the most

I hope I find you
the one they say
I'll be open to
some day

I wish I
wasn't so
narcissistic

and an ego
in the clouds

no God can help me now
eileen
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