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Dec 2017
buried under a mountain of excuses
piling up from the ground
of the simple confession
to oneself. For the truth is there
shining though the ******* of the fake
pretence and the shameful glory
of the common mind trapped in the game.

Being someone I am not is not a choice or a profession.
I would not volunteer to die without ever being born.
Written by
vendi  Vienna
(Vienna)   
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