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Pinkmoon May 2021
Cells burst
Telomeres shrink,
Hurtling towards destruction
He called me a misanthrope.
Know thyself, I said.
My life is chaos;
Pink moons and hurricanes
We all fall down
Dead woman walking
Searching for meaning, searching for peace, high functioning depression, lovers lost.

— The End —