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Aug 2021
I just don't know  what to do with myself,  so I've taken to living in a shell.
The stench is putred
But it's my new crustaion, away from the nation and people who give me unease , I'll stay here alone in this new home,  survive on the slime on the walls just fine, The previous resident left me
Written by
Gary burns  53/M/Scotland
(53/M/Scotland)   
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