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The Intro, of sorts.

Waking up and walking outside my apartment told me exactly how my day was going to be. Severe piles of s**t. The morning blasted me with its rays ..

Know what's in the bag yet?

A book of thoughts with no definition.

It's not a poem...not a story...its nothing.

It was the age of innocence Or the age of regret Whichever was first Whichever is next I happened upon this Catastrophe And so I brought you..

It was singing in my head...

Another non-poem...story is also non.

I dedicate this to NNIP and DL/RC.

This bathroom That I’m hiding in It smells rank I’ll cry into this towel Separating me and the smell Me and the failure Separa..