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Jan 2021
I am just a chapter in the lives of selfish men.
One that always comes to an end because
he took too much.
I run out, end up on empty..
I ran out of words, out of gas.

And no one is left to fill me back up.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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