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Sep 22, 2007
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I feel no comfort
Wrapped with in arms of despair.
A core of molasses thick and black.
Donning my mask of wellbeing.
Like a robot I confront the day.
Misery lurks under the surface.
Anchored to the whims of life.
— Tuttey, Sep 22, 2007
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waterdragon
18 years 10 months ago
Interconnected threads
Frost Smith
18 years 10 months ago
Break free...
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18 years 10 months ago
reminds me
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