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Jan 2019
My world is often dark.
With blurred lines of acceptable
Behavior.
My skin a frequent
Ever changing map
To my mental anguish.
But
The true secret is,
The map exists solely
So that I don't shut down.
So that i stay here, now.
So that I always have,
A way back home.
CataclysticEvent
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CataclysticEvent  28/F/Between Here and There
(28/F/Between Here and There)   
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     ---, Jen, Neuvalence and ---
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