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Nov 2019
Bed
Why am I rooted to this place?
Invisible strings
Don’t let me get up
Until I *******,
Just a tiny amount of dopamine
To escape from bed,
From death.
I make plans
Everyday
To avoid being stuck.
Yet my mind
Holds the reigns
So I will not
Get out of bed
Ever again.
Guden
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Guden  38/Valparaiso
(38/Valparaiso)   
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     Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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