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Keep it simple,
Keep it plain,
Happy sorrow,
Lovely pain.

Doing that,
Or doing this,
Ignorant knowledge,
Suffering bliss.

Brightening shadows,
Irate prayers,
Blessed curses,
Wandering stares.
I hate the person I become
I hate the fact that I don't trust anyone
I fell like I need to hide
So nobody can catch me
Nobody can find me
Nobody can get to me
2015 - New York

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