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Aug 2017
I was shallow
So very cruel
Cold as ****
Greed consumed me
My life empty
No time to feel
Only thing real
Is the money
It's ******* funny
When it's there
Fake ***** care
Now I'm broke
I'm a joke
Here's some real
I'm lost
Looking for a place
My mind I face
With intent
To vent
To expel
Maybe repel
What I feel
As I write
You just might
See how true
I am with you
Every line I conceive
Isn't to deceive
They're a lifetime
In a rhyme
Good and bad
Happy and sad
All the *******
Living with it
I won't mind
If you find
My words pointless
As I confess
Frankie Castro
Written by
Frankie Castro  M/California
(M/California)   
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   Jason and Jessica Lucas
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