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Sep 2016
Unbeknownst to me,
I was conditioned with unease.
Unbeknownst to me,
the lies could encapsulate everything.
Unbeknownst to me,
the unrest would result in unease.
Unbeknownst to me,
this caused me to expect the worst in the best of things.
Im flipping through my old creative writing journal searching for stuff to finish and I found this gem, written on 2/16/16. I tweaked it a bit :-)
Raquel Butler
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Raquel Butler  23/Earth
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