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Jul 2021
Now I live entirely by Murphy's law,
problem foreseen, problem solved,
spotting tragedies from miles away,
found beforehand, never lost.
Gruesome images suffocate my thoughts,
sometimes I'm irrational, not alright
sitting by the nearest escape route to run,
or resigned to lose the fight and die.
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