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Apr 2020
I mean it’s a possible reason
For those years of a facade.

Feeling nothing;
No connection,
No emotion.

Just blank.
Only old morals
Kept me from
Arming myself
With intent to harm.
I’m not sure if you can come out of that though. All I know is that I felt a need to retaliate. I thought of bringing death to those who left me forsaken. No guilt, just righting wrongs. Only a brief remembrance of how harming others has repercussions stopped me.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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