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The problem was always you.

Just kidding,
If you are dumb enough to believe in
The title of the poem,
I need.
A safe space  
from you.
This is hell,
me not knowing you.

9 Feb 18

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A man walks into a bar and orders a double,  the bartender says, " no more booze for you."  The man leaves, and goes to sleep.
 — percocet