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I am yet again lost inside myself,
Trapped in the echoing corridors of my psych,
Bound tight by the weight that is my loath,
I am the crooked puzzle piece, I am the degenerate,
I am the fallen foothold of the quickened race.
Sometimes I am ellusive to the corrosion,
I am void of the commonplace loop-
But it always seems to constrict around my throat,
That nauseating sorrow that is always there.
T...hey always try so hard to be decent,
and maybe that begins my fall-
The thought that I am just a pleasant stranger,
The same as a hook upon the wall.

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First of all, it's been a long time, Leslie! Second, your work is still just as riveting and potent as ever. The depth of isolation that this poem so powerfully evokes touches the emotions.

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I know it's been a while, but I'm back! Thanks!

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I don't know how I missed this? But girl you always get me in the gut. Thx

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