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cj Sep 2021
I hate that what you did broke me
I hate that I’m not stronger
I hate that I’m still not free
I hate that I have to wait longer
I can’t make any choices
I can't find myself
I can't think over the voices
I can’t trust myself
Me or anyone else
Because at the end of the day everything I thought about you was false
And if I could be so wrong about something I thought to be so right
Then who am I to choose
cj Mar 2019
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cj Mar 2019
a poem is a peak
                              into a hidden mystique
cj Feb 2019
i see you and i see me
a new me and a new you
fresh and absolutely free
i can see a new future too
a future where we are absolutes  
free from societies pollutes

i see you and i see me
a new me and a new you
in a place that is no longer empty
a place where we see a new view
a view of a beautiful place
where poisonous society leaves no trace

i see you and i see me
a new me and a new you
so i leave you with a plea
that we set things askew
that we begin a new realm
with love at the helm

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