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Dec 2018
I'm carrying my corpse today.
With every step,
I stagger beneath its weight.
My muscles are taut,
flexed to the point of breaking
I can't hold on much longer
I'm so tired
I just want to lay down
And let it drape over me.
John White
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John White  52/M/Canada
(52/M/Canada)   
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