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Jun 2014
The music won't block out the thoughts,
No matter how loud the volume.
My poems no longer heal me internally.
No matter the scheme.
So what's the the point of it all.
Nothing no longer fulfills me.
Keelyn Mac
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Keelyn Mac  27/M/California Long Beach
(27/M/California Long Beach)   
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