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do not address you with frequency but here, where I am disguised in a public facing place, it is easy relief that recent reversals, have occurred, contusions upon my self, body, mind, scattered have combined to cause an erosion of soul of course this matters little to you, but nonetheless will inform anyone’s eyes who happenstance falls upon this page, and I am gripped by paralysis. life-by-me- threatened, and I’m ashamed of myself, but offer no forgiveness nevertheless what I value has not changed, but my core is wilting, eroded by the confluence of circumstances, aging of time, and no one to ask for guidance, or support genuine, I’m soft froze exterior, interiors rocky ice ask you do nothing. but someday - when?circumstance will circle back, perchance to this literate plea, that asks for nothing, posting gone unnoticed, on a bulletin board I reserve the next three lines to unsatisfactorily not explain, just to inform, erosions of pieces of me, now gone in these two lines, a fine of fine will have to be paid, in a currency of cell’s dying quietly and here, I, Ogdiddy, cease, in every way possible
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Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 8:27 AM UTC
the erosive effect of soul contusions
do not address you with frequency but here, where I am disguised in a public facing place, it is easy relief that recent reversals, have occurred, contusions upon my self, body, mind, scattered have combined to cause an erosion of soul of course this matters little to you, but nonetheless will inform anyone’s eyes who happenstance falls upon this page, and I am gripped by paralysis. life-by-me- threatened, and I’m ashamed of myself, but offer no forgiveness nevertheless what I value has not changed, but my core is wilting, eroded by the confluence of circumstances, aging of time, and no one to ask for guidance, or support genuine, I’m soft froze exterior, interiors rocky ice ask you do nothing. but someday - when?circumstance will circle back, perchance to this literate plea, that asks for nothing, posting gone unnoticed, on a bulletin board I reserve the next three lines to unsatisfactorily not explain, just to inform, erosions of pieces of me, now gone in these two lines, a fine of fine will have to be paid, in a currency of cell’s dying quietly and here, I, Ogdiddy, cease, in every way possible
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Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 8:27 AM UTC
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