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Oct 2018
You can’t be replaced,
it’s an impossible feat
so carry on, stranger.
It took me too long to realize
that we aren’t toys, tools,
or parts of some machine;
we exist for ourselves.
what did you come here for,
comfort or a poem?
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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