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Apr 2013
I believe that this life
Is nothing but a sham
Nothing you do really matters
And no one really gives a ****

I had always believed the words
Written upon life's final pages
Would be so much different than the ones I read
Not leave me fighting to escape the cages

It seems I am always fighting
To tie together the ends
But each time they seem to be bound
Something unseen loosens them again

My heart inside is weighted and heavy
I tire of being left behind
The devils demons they dance
Laughing at me within my mind
Written by
Robert Blankenship  Texas
(Texas)   
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