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Nov 2015
This is not a happy place
We love to hate each other,
inside a very safe space.
Lies are sold on lips of youth
disguised as truths, forbidden fruits.
When it crashes on your pretty head,
just remember what ol' uncle sam says,
you never had a choice.
(c) I.C.Thornhill
Written by
Isaac C. Thornhill
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