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Jun 2018
My hands are empty
I have nothing to write despite the traumatizing weekdays with the devil taunting me in everlasting new and unique ways
He doesn't dare touch me, fine and well-placed punch goes his way if he does
I can only hear his annoying buzz
That I can live with
Like usual the sun can shine, and I am fine
Weeks
Jolan Lade
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Jolan Lade  24/M/Denmark
(24/M/Denmark)   
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