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In the dim light,I sangthe morningto a puppy, wholooked upat me likeI was apsychedelic god and I,with hands full of fleshand bone,lifted her to mycheekand felt omnipotent.
I feel guilty because I am considered essential; I hate the word and I hate what comes with it. So many people are without jobs. I wish I were one of them.
Depressionis a sadistfor whomthereisnosafeword Youfight backor youdrown I refuseto drown
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