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Apr 2018
While staring into the wall ahead of me,
I think of nothing.
I think of myself; nothing.

I am nothing to the world.
I am without significance,
I am without meaning.

While staring into the wall ahead of me,
I think of nothing.
I have been having a lot of issues with confrontation recently.
The Unsung Song
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The Unsung Song  18/M/Springfield, MO
(18/M/Springfield, MO)   
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