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Sep 2019
vat
i think the tears have run out
i think my mind has left
for now i am simply a device
that carries around my head
and tries
to survive
i,
as in the vessel i contort myself as
every single day,
will not once state
that i know
anything.
for all of us
will forever know
nothing.
Written by
Eliza
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