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St. Anthony of Mistakes
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Is it this what i wanted?
how did i wake with this hideous mask.
an unhealthy man
an untruthful man
a scared man
even if you passed the cognitive idea of I
I still get scared of who I am.
when I am nothing
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