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Aug 2019
I am tired of finding pleasure,
in the cup of my hand,
in running away,
from an awful man.

I can't believe,
how much time has passed.
on my own finding pleasure,
I know it won't last.

I know what I want,
how to get there,
I have the drive,
but I can't last.

I don't what I need to do,
I am at an impasse.
I am just writing out my feelings here. if you do read any of my writings thank you!
Written by
john Shelton
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