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Nov 2017
When no goal is gettable
You feel down and pitiful
Stained with ridicule
And ashamed to feel a pulse

When you have no intentions
But every time it’s mentioned
It seems like such a cinch and
******* gets clenching
when you have to face the next dawn
when you’re **** spawn,
rather sit in slumber,
to make my mind number

And still it burns..
Mike Hulstrom
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Mike Hulstrom  20/M/USA
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