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May 2020
Anger
I am not here to pay homage.
I am here to bid thee
farewell.



ForΒ Β an eternity
I have been your slave.
Dwelling patiently and submissively
In your custody.



All my profiting
From you are more anger and hate.
My heart hangs there,
In the world's angry bait.



I am choked with reason
Intoxicated with decisions.
To paint the world in bright colours,
So I begin, as I bid you farewell.
It's about descisions. 'Old habits die hard' but quiting, is worth the try.
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         Elena, JaxSpade, Mark S, MS Anjaan and Caien Musharraf
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