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Jun 2021
My body is just as exhausted
as my mind, at the moment
I did this to myself
and I'd do it all again.

Walked miles and miles
for a lost cause,
for my fragile pride,
for days long left behind.

A hammer continuosly hits my skull,
I'm being aggressively whipped inside
by the consumption of my own beer,
by the consequences of my own night.
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Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ  23/M/NotFoundYet
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