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Mar 2019
A sloshing soup knocks against my skull's interior as I make my way down the stairs
Today, I am tired
I have tried and tried and tried
And I have the seeds of positivity in my pocket
But I just feel tired.
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     Muzaffer, LizO and Ray Dunn
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