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May 2020
Sometimes I think "How would I tell if I was the last man on Earth?".
You see, I'm always in my room, always hiding, always diverting it.
I have this feeling outside, like the world is crumbling, like I'm just it.
But it makes it easier I guess to see the flaws in other's words and I-
like a patient saint have become accustomed to pain; conditioned by
it.
Written by
Patrick Harrison  18/M/Chicago
(18/M/Chicago)   
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   --- and Carlo C Gomez
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