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May 2022
Another room,
another company,
they all feel the same after a while.
I prefer solitude,
to keep to myself and
listen to these people
rather than speak.
But in truth, I feel even more alone
when I am with them rather
than my solitude.
These walls were built to
shield me from these people
and I intend to keep
the door closed.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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