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A gorilla's existential crisis

weeds

Dead to the world

December 31, 2020Matt JohnsonLeave a comment

Emptiness grows like weeds
Crawling and creeping
Inside of me
Knotweed spiraling around my veins
My roots pulled
Till nothing can ground me
Life thrives around me
But the essence of me
Has long since died

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