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Apr 2017
I am at this point of my life
where it feels like strings are attached to my pinkies
& they are at the tips holding what's left together.

At a loss for patience with this same weather that feels & smells like rain,
here waiting as I am physically, mentally, & emotionally drained.

No salvation, no help, no mercy,
feels like everyone is entertained by me hurting.

How long can this continue?...

{RP}
The Rogue Poet
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The Rogue Poet  Perpetual Reality.
(Perpetual Reality.)   
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