Who Cares?

 Anyone?

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Am I - or these collection of primitive “poems”, if they can be called such - part of the problem?

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I am not asking for empathy, recognition or help. I think my poetry is garbage.  It has done nothing but bring more pain to those who don’t need it.

I still write. These things are puzzles. They still run around in my head. 

If no one can provide any proof of legitimate interest or evidence of any good this uneducated collection of words has a purpose, artistically, I’m just going to shut this piece of shit blog down in the spring, if not sooner.

Truly sorry.

Thanks for reading.

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