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Apr 2020
I am an ocean of single use plastic. A birds nest of cigarette filters. A sky of fuel emissions. I am the cell phone always by my side. A bell attached to my hospital bed. I know someone is always a button away. The foundation of my house a blemish on the earth. Clogged concrete pore poured so I may exist, proliferating infection. The soles of my shoes are rubber armor. Spare me from feeling anything that might be real. I am ****, I am ****, *****, dead skin cells, blood poured out in a bathroom sink. I am a messy bed, ***** clothes I am the never ending cycle of clean dishes. I am consumer. All I touch I need more of. All I touch I corrupt and make commodity of, make for market. I am an empire. I am imperialist for I saw and said nothing. As the planet was *****, humanity stripped of humanity. As people who looked like me and thought like me dictated the course of lives of those who did not. Therefore I am dictator.
Leo
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Leo  32/M/Massachusetts
(32/M/Massachusetts)   
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