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May 2019
All I feel is a whole lot of empty.

Nothingness.

And you don't understand how overwhelming that is.

I need everything to stop,
just for a while so I can regain my sanity.

But it doesn't.
Everything keeps going and I don't have a second to gain control.

So I spin out.
Zander
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Zander
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   Bogdan Dragos
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