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Jun 2023
These are the last words that I will ever write

Until I think of something else

But there's no guarantee to live

There's no guarantee to life

So in everything I say there's always a goodbye

And with it

A certain kind of truth

"You write too much"

I could never write enough

Love and understanding

That's me

But I'm a man

And that's

Nothing I would ever be ashamed of

That's something that's

And that's

Well

That's that

And it's always

What that is

Even

When it isn't

It still

Is

Isn't it?
Jace Albine
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Jace Albine  33/M/Mars
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