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Dec 2013
I'm a joke, I'm a fraud. I pretend I can write. My mind's cloaked in darkness but you think I'm so bright.

I'm insane. I'm a fool. There's voices in my head. If I had any talent I'd turn these words into bread.

I'm depressed. I'm ecstatic. As you can see I'm confused. Like a caged up animal I belong in a zoo.

I'm a lover. I'm a father. I've tried to turn it around. Thank God my family or I'd be buried underground.
Written by
Greg Obrecht
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