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Mar 2022
I feel nothing
for the greatest pleasures
and terrible tragedies-
this is how it has always been.
Call it a lack of emotion,
an emptiness, a hollowness-
I carry that around in my soul,
my blood and my bones.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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