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Oct 2021
You find yourself coasting through a dark ocean and nothing but still air.
There’s no enjoyment in what you feel.
Everything just filters through.
Anger isn’t anger.
Happiness isn’t happiness.
As if you are numb, even being numb doesn’t feel like a feeling at all.
Richard Reid
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Richard Reid  27/M/Mount Vernon, NY
(27/M/Mount Vernon, NY)   
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