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Jan 2021
And now, I'm in limbo.
No direction, perception of up
or down,
right, left, or wrong.
Just reaching, grasping
at the passing instances
of serotonin.
I dont know me like I used to
and I question everything.
These are strange times
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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