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Jun 2021
My jaw is too far back
My hair is falling out
Or turning gray
I can’t grow muscles
I’ll just grow a belly
I can’t have ****** hair
I debate if this is mental illness
Can illness be self aware?
Is it an excuse for being me
Without free will,
What is this?

Fucksticles!
***** that hang from the windowsill
And fall to a vaginal mole hill

You will be what you are
Or…

You won’t…

The **** do I know?
Written by
Marshall Messi
128
     N and Bogdan Dragos
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