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Oct 2018
I was once nothing
But no one saw me
Become something
So being that something
Means absolutely nothing
Just another nothing
Waiting for something
To happen to them
But its already happened
So I
Feel
Nothing.
The world praises a triumphant pariah but never a silent usurper of tyrany
Merwin Nikad
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Merwin Nikad  17/M/Somewhere, Mind
(17/M/Somewhere, Mind)   
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