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Nov 2016
Went looking for the devil &
found myself staring at my own reflection.
What's it like to feel so alive on beliefs by the hands of converted faith.
I'm tired of fighting my own thoughts &
Fed up with always questioning everything that breaths.
Removed myself from my mind left me
happily resilient & vague.
Is this living or just existing?
Jo Baez
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Jo Baez  Los Angeles, Ca.
(Los Angeles, Ca.)   
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