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Mar 2021
I am a stranger to my own existence
Yet I fall victim to the delusion
That I have control over it

I am numb to the gravity of my life
Yet I insist that it is mine to take

I am detached from my own body
Yet I reprimand it
Ashamed of its shape and pallor

I am nothing to myself
And yet something to the weeds
That will one day feed from the dirt covering my grave
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