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Changing

Today the last seam ripped

From the veil of purity

I bound myself within

I’ve come to the realization

It was merely a handicap

Masquerading as a noble cause

So adamant not to play the game

My choices left me with no defense

No shelter

I’ve given too much credence to the interactions of chemicals

Falsifying chemistry

Turning a blind eye to deceits

In a way I was always aware

But I eagerly brushed those thoughts aside

Hungry for something else

Aching for some sort of natural connection

But when everything is coordinated and man-made

Manipulated

There is no such thing as innocence

Merely naïve souls unwilling to adapt.

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Written by
monica-figueroa
Colombian
Published
Dec 1, 2015
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2015 Copyright Monica Figueroa

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#love#honesty#hope#relationships#change#mental#innocence#deceit#game#handicap
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