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Nov 2018
Life’s too short, and so am I
I’m vertically deprived
I’m king of self denial
And I’m awkward when I lie

I’m hard to reach, a recluse
Who runs away to hide
Less and less curiosity
Attendance on decline  

I haven’t got a gimmick
I won’t win you any prize
Just get used to losing,
And take it all in stride

I’m not the one you’re after
We cannot coincide
There’s no need to act humble
Or be overcome with pride

I asked a real tough question
I made Mother Nature cry
The question wasn’t who or when
Not even where or why

I have a plan to resurrect my life
I’m running out of time
It’s what’s gone wrong
Since I’ve gone numb
That’s keeping me alive

No one to answer every choice
That’s too hard to decide
But if I had the choice I’d choose
On how our worlds collide
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  45/M/Florida
(45/M/Florida)   
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