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5/10/2018 3:42:51 AM

Wayne Riley
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I was always told as a child I had a lucky face.
A bone structure that resembled somebody famous.

'There’s something about you kid, you’re different,’ they said.

'I don’t know what it is but you’re different.’

I was force fed this bullshit

Until it oozed out of me from every pore.

The stench of it

Worse than a French whore.

And now that the lines are etched a little deeper,

And the hair a little thinner,

And the waist a little broader,

And the pill a little stronger,

And the reflection in the mirror a little less clearer.

I finally realised with one more bout of depression

That I wasn’t anybody at all.

Not even myself.

The monster I had created had destroyed me.

No ego.

No pity.

No self- indulgence.

Not even any ashes were left.

I was free.

I was nobody.
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