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Jan 2020
My cruelest intentions deceive me, and vex
The dreams I create put my heart in a hex
Distraught by ambition, regret knows my name
A stranger to solace: I'm solely to blame

The breadth of my sorrow still thrives in my soul
There's no place to run to; there's no where to go
Conviction precedes me and leaves me to die
It's tough to decipher what isn't a lie

What grief will allot me is fictitious schemes
To bury intention, and give up my dreams
What price was this folly? How much is my heart?
There's no home to go to; just where do I start?

Intrepid, my demons return to their crimes
My sins came to haunt me a trillion more times
I see my Accuser and fall to the dust:
'Oh God, don't forsake me; but **** me, you must'...
Adam Kinsley
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Adam Kinsley  35/M/Ventura County, CA
(35/M/Ventura County, CA)   
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     --- and Bogdan Dragos
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