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Nov 2018
I'm really not
Anything special
I have smart or sharp edges
But that's just a shape
We're all just shapes
We all live and die
Dream go unrealized
Every day,
I decay.
Oh well.
I'm also a lot weaker than most people in some really troubling ways.
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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