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Mar 2019
It's scaring me,
What humans can do.
To others, but mostly ourselves.
Cut,
Drink,
Take some pills.
Talk yourself into depression,
And out.
Humans scare me,
Am I one?
Or am I the monster on the opposite side of the mirror?
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #9
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
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