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Aug 2017
I am emotionally drained
Comfortably numb
I sit on this throne with a crown made of thorns
Lose my name, lose my touch
Isolation is the gift for saying too much
But not acting enough  
A jester donned in king's ornament
Isn't this fun?
Delightful Red Star
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Delightful Red Star  30/M
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     acacia, Xyns and ---
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