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Jun 2020
staring in shadows and glare. one would say he is out of his mind. lost, side tracked, sinister, oblivious to life itself. looking for direction but not understanding what it is he is seeking; like a ****** poisoned by a stimulant. the worse feeling but also the kindest. lost. faded. breathing slow and irregular. so sad from life. sad from his decisions. sick and tired but no drive. his eyes are welling with salt. bitterness, emotional taunts throughout the hours only sets him in not a rage but sulk.
michael
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