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Jan 2019
I'm exhausted with life
Lost all enthusiasm for it
I get nothing done..
falling behind .
I feel I'm losing touch.
Seems
the hat drops more frequently
never in the same spot
causing both my eyelids to quiver
nails digging in the skin
palms cuff my ears
trying to mute the sound
when it lands.
Withstanding as much as I can
before I black out .
Waking up
eyes sore matted shut.                      
The lump in my throat still there from
  the night before.
Never cared so little.
Never have I just stopped watching
    the moon fall asleep
having my coffee
telling the sun
good morning
This is
Yancey
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Yancey  34/M/Missouri
(34/M/Missouri)   
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