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Jul 2019
i fixate on a point down the road while
the story you tell turns into rocks
the tires of your three coloured car
trample over. i despise my need for safety
and i despise how i despise your recklessness.

whoever steers the ship that is my
thoughts and beliefs has been driving
a long time, he is tired but his
grip is firm.
i feel like a hack today
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b  20/M/canada
(20/M/canada)   
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     camps, mila and Glassmuncher
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