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Mar 2012
i cried myself to sleep
in the bathroom
beneath the the tile
i stood for days
until i noticed that my own morality was my cage
i owe you
a piece of myself
no one go's
where the shadows engulf and the judges incarecerate my sins
in the shameful end i will give in your morals aren't worth living
Brenten Hargrove
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