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Aug 2018
Substance.
Without all is lost.
Nothing is attracted, just always subtracted from the equation
With too much, only an equal amount in turn, can balance out the scales.

Substance,in many I find lacking
Staring into the mirror
it becomes more evident
that I myself,
may even be without.
Old ****.
Hopeless Outlet
Written by
Hopeless Outlet  34/M/NYC
(34/M/NYC)   
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   JL Smith, Rick and Walter W Hoelbling
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