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Jun 2016
Why do this to me ?
Can I just be happy ?
Can I just win?

You toss me around with your wicked hands,
Pulling me down tirelessly,
I'm mentally and emotionally in want of rest.

Cursing my very existence.
Constantly questioning my unstable structure.
I lose repeatedly.

Just once. I beg.
Life, let me be.
A.W
Alexis Walkes
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Alexis Walkes  Barbados
(Barbados)   
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