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Mar 2020
She swears I’m a slave to the details

But I couldn’t afford to give you my edge

Cause what am I really without my sword

Especially in this day and age, when all I ever am, is just a bird caught in a cage, constantly trapped by my own illicit rage
Written by
John Mendoza  24/M/Brooklyn, NY
(24/M/Brooklyn, NY)   
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