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Jun 2018
If I try to speak, I am quickly silenced
If I try to run, I am quickly tripped
I am in a time loop where I can’t escape
I am on constant edge, to ends cannot make
Where every turn leads back to you
In everything I say and do
where no exit signs exist
Only a painful notion of what is
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Reckoning  18/F/El Paso, TX
(18/F/El Paso, TX)   
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