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Sep 2019
In the throes
In those transposed
In my mind
through the murky
Stolen waters of thoughts

Blurted out,
Probably obscene
Cut. The director yells
Who is the director of my life?
It doesn't feel like me anymore.

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Written by
Kennedy  23/F/Phoenix, Arizona
(23/F/Phoenix, Arizona)   
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