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Jun 2020
It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society

I have that stapled on my wall,
   above my drawing of a cat.
  and I feel no better, I sometimes wish I was well-adjusted. life would be easier being
empty
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
(30/M/Socal)   
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     ---, Holly D, From the ashes, --- and X
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