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Nov 2021
I’m tired
My body is tired
All I want to do is sleep
My soul has been dragged through
The streets
Being stomped on, spit on, set ablaze
By everyone I’ve wronged
They put me in vines
Over time
Over growth
I just become another
Piece of the forest…
Eric the Red
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Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
(40/M/Southwest)   
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