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Insecure

January 18, 2017

The country despises my type.

The gods expect more.

Happiness is not earned to the lonely.

My neck hurts and I drink too much.

Watching adamantly to a facebook tab.

I want some to worry or care.

Nobody worries and cares.

Another night alone.

Another night perturbed.

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