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Jan 2018
Treading this lifeless body
Through earthly endeavours
Dreading what I'll learn next,
Burning the pages of yesterday
And spawning new ideals
Instilled in me by my failures,
I am what I am
And I'm not what I thought
And what I was?
I wish I forgot.
Pat Lynett
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Pat Lynett  29/M/Ontario
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