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Dec 2015
I feel your wetness dripping over my sheets.
The words escaping my mind like fleets.
Excuses empowered by belief.
Impaling themselves with life bleeding through this pen,
evolving into text that leaks.
My strengths and weaknesses,
that I have been hiding,
for weeks.

Laziness, from this moment on you are impeached.
for it is to you - the reason,
my victories,
remain,
defeats.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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