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Mar 2021
Sitting in a crowded room full of friends and family yet still utterly alone. Joking, laughing being a fool yet still alone. Why do I feel so lost and alone no matter what I do. This feeling as if I will never be good enough. To not be alone consumes me, burns me, drives me. Will it ever end, till that day I still sit alone in this crowded room.
Jon Posey
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Jon Posey  40/M/Marana
(40/M/Marana)   
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