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Oct 2023
Dear diary;
I do not feel-
no, I do not feel anymore.
Sometimes I can feel my heartbeat,
or a lonely butterfly in this stomach
but that pales in comparison to
when I used to feel alive,
to feel any hope at all.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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     Chuck Kean and Weeping willow
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