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Fri, January 27/21:22

Trying to rewrite a poem I wrote.
In a room full of people, yet so remote.
All the feelings I used to live by gone.
This time, well and truly alone.
Memories always there to remind me of the painful past.
Taking the next breath keeps me alive, just.
Don’t it feel like everyone else turned out better?
Things that used to never matter.
I’ve been falling way too long.
It’s getting ever harder to stay strong.
Societal standards still too far for me to reach.
But this is the ninth inning, my final pitch.
Being here at the bottom hurts like hell.
But at least I know exactly where I am.
And even if society is living well.
I swear to God I will never be like them.
I thank God I will never be like them.
Amen.

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