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Dec 2015
The more i think,
the more i know.
I know i am a failure.
I know i am unwanted.
I don't ever want to leave this room.
I don't want to leave this bed.
It will be my final resting place.
Like a body bag.
Because there is no glory in a bag.
Just like there isn't any in this bed.
Im lethargic,
Im dying.
Timothy Lee
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Timothy Lee  San Francisco
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