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Sep 2018
Fake memory.
Fake sounds.
Fake sights.
Hell.
This poem is about how I used to have seizures in the frontal lobe which controls your memories, auditory, and visual senses.
Logun Alexander Johnson
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Logun Alexander Johnson  18/M/Nowhere and everywhere.
(18/M/Nowhere and everywhere.)   
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