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Mar 2021
Do we deceive ourselves?
Assuredly.
How else do we sustain in the years of pain?
Through the sneers and hasty aversions of those who recognize our deformities?
The mirror image of their own intolerable irregularities?
The antidote to shame is arrogance;
To prison: an escape.
The Unsung Writer
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The Unsung Writer  22/M/Vancouver, WA
(22/M/Vancouver, WA)   
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   collin
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