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Sep 2018
apathy, tolerance,
rage, and ambivalence-
nobody that I know
is happy for us.

happy and adored,
but I don't like me anymore;
for nobody that I love
is happy for us.

it's been quite telling
- happiness undressed -
her selfishnessΒ Β 

but I am kind of relieved
for there's one less feeling to woo -
and to be happy alone - I no longer pursue.
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s  27/F
   Rick the shoe shine boy
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