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Jun 2021
I’ve got it in my head,
that haunted word shed.

To eat that strength
And grow social buffer length.

But instead I medicate,
Hide amongst what I create.

But what’s the point of camouflage
When trauma’s lacking triage.

I’m probably just being dramatic
And should keep these thoughts in my ego attic.
Joseph Rice
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Joseph Rice  32/M/Virginia
(32/M/Virginia)   
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