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There's always us

Living our greatest selves

Now children

Pick up
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Lately my words have felt
like bullets that only
graze the edge of the target.
A feeling of emptiness saturates
my mouth as I speak.

Lately I feel like
the validity of my presence
is tied to some word count.
Like my existence
is an essay that I must write,
I just cannot find the right words.
Sometimes
Simple things are
Complicated than
Complicated things

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