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Jan 2021
Don't fall in love
with the life that you live.
Sit idly by and stare.
Let the static ferment.
While your ironclad wall stands tall.
Mark the days down in chalk
until the the lead burnt dust
makes acquaintance with your chin.
The suicidal ideation is high tonight.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
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