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Dec 2018
How could any good,
come from this broken soul of mine?
Prayers never do what they should,
but they tell me I'll be fine.
Depression feeds religion
or is that just my line?
Could this suffering be conviction
my warning from divine.
where is the line between what is right and what is wrong. between what is good and what is bad. humanity will never agree - are we alone in insanity?
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Day  20/Androgynous/St Louis
(20/Androgynous/St Louis)   
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