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Mar 2018
We're free as a nation,
yet slaves as a people.
Not physically abusive,
but this mental thing is real.

Living on the fantasy
"Everything will be okay,
pain can't last forever
eventually it'll go away."

Promises mean nothing.
I'm sorry; just a phrase.
Your actions are predictable.
I'm tired of these games.

Just let it End.
Written by
jewel  19/F/Washington
     Poet kiri, Whitney and Ivan Brooks Sr
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