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Day 65- 11.20.20

You are ugly (on the inside, where it counts)


I see you (isn’t that your goal?)—

flying across the country for the hell of it

getting messy at bars

running maskless down the street

eating at restaurants and

spreading the virus that has

kept me from my family for

eleven months;


I’m not exaggerating in the slightest

when I say it makes me want to

gauge my fucking eyes out.

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