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Jan 2022
Here’s the vig where nihilism is concerned. You have to learn to live with unanswered questions.
Because, the answers don’t matter any more than the questions.

Nonetheless, here I am.
Bowl in hand.
A lil orange fire flares up every time I want to forget.
It’s become my truth
My only truth
Written by
Jamison Bell
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     Janna Orpa, Rob Rutledge, S and Sadia
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