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decorated wasteland
as one breathes debris-one feels and sees the grief for what it is, as it proceeds; me; one just lives to cherish each little treat recieved in the land of temporary....
much dis-ease one's heart recieves; i'm disensitized beyond belief....swaying scales between torment & peace in this decorated wasteland....
i cope....
Published 13th May 2022
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#heartache #numbness
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