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Dec 2019
i used to be stronger,
i used to give a ****
i used to have a will to live
i used to feel that purpose,
just below the skin

now i'm digging deep
tearing off clumps of me
no, that was the wrong one
a mutilation mystery

o, slit my wilted wrists
get on with the rest
today won't please
so i'm waiting to go back
Written by
Sometimes Starr  Another place
(Another place)   
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   Desire, --- and Khoisan
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