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Nov 2020
I yelled at my fingers and they
refused to move. I knew they
understood my broken mind.
I muttered aloud in public like
a spittle screaming madman.
I beg strangers for kindness
who look away pretending I
don't exist. I begin to think I don't.
I beg my fingers to talk to me but
they're silent and I'm insane..
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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