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May 13
I need no help, I am not bent
I am mailed for rent at the expense of those living Lent
My morality is spent and in these eyes my life is descent
The strife of cries that beseech these lies
Foundation of diplomacy denies these vies of chroma key composition
Of simple disposition where any volition lay green in broadcasted condition
The keys behind me lasted for more eras than forecasted
Bad weather bombastic and casted for severance and grace
The simple mace masted as pace for which they grow for taste
To show what they know for the living paper and paste
To taper the waste that flow from the caper
And expect the maker of another scribbled paper to say,
"You did it, you need no help after today".
Cody Reggio-Brown
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Cody Reggio-Brown  22/M
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