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I live in terror.

I am unable to to work.

I am imprisoned in my van.

It is therefore illegal for me to exist.

I am sitting up in the cold at 4 A.M.

I am breathing poisons.

I am being made fun of every time my eye focus changes, or I take a deep breath.

This public record will last no longer than it takes my hackers to remove it.

I am an American poet of excellence.

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