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Dec 2019
I feel like,
I am lying on a table.
Slit down my middle,
My family,
Friends,
Doctors,
And therapists.
Peering inside me.
Looking for the cause.
But the cause was me.
I am the problem.
They were looking right at it the whole time.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
(18/F/Ireland)   
110
   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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