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Jan 2014
Master of inaction complete with heightened self inventory, daily beatings, and advanced proclivity.

Machine boots stuck in the mud and walking slowly. Tough trudged - trotting wounds toddling septicity and self inflicted brain damage with battery acid.

Living roach life - keep self image commensurate with meeting low expectations consistently.

Gradually melted down. That which overflows cools outside the cast. A shrunken face with blunt features reveals a repulsive bulk of damaged mass when the light hits it just right.
Petrified and subsequently emaciated publicly. Time spent best thoughts fleeting and discarded for sleep.

I'm unhappy and afraid. How about you?
Kam Yuks
Written by
Kam Yuks  Rochester NY
(Rochester NY)   
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   Nat Lipstadt
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