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Oct 2017
A space that seems to be filled.
With what?
Who knows?
It's not me inside my head.
A demon it might be.
Indeed I am no longer sure.
Doubtful in myself.
Yet hopeful for everyone else.
Split down the middle between love.
And hate...
Wandering while wasting away.
Shadowed by my own shame.
JoshuaHaines
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JoshuaHaines  24/M/West Va
(24/M/West Va)   
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   --- and Jobira
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