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Sep 2015
It feels like I am enslaved.
I am stuck in a system in which I do not know how to conduct myself.
Debts lie on the table.
They want to impose their chicness.
Pills are in my bag,
And prayer on my tongue.

I am the oddball,
And the oddball desires to be free.
Elder Darius Castañeda
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Elder Darius Castañeda  Western Shores of Babylon
(Western Shores of Babylon)   
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