my hair is longer my beard has grown something i can’t identify— i consume the maddening fodder like candy— i play with the idea of shaving my beard off/ lobbing my hair off i find pleasure in the act of starting over.
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why does it sound familiar?
oh..the train of thoughts every gamer goes through.
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It’s a light and refreshing feeling. Just the step towards it can be a difficult one. 🙂
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The cleansing feel of the poem is exceptionally compelling! I love the crisp nature of the lines too.
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Thanks, Jaya 🙂
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As is every video game. I sometimes wish life was as simple
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Yeah ..grrr I feel like that sometimes.. it is maddening ewww
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Can be 👽🦾
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