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Jul 2
You’re pushed aside and crying on repeat
with hushed lies sliding on the beat
of your hearkened heart.
You deny and deny the need to eat
with the compulsion to not buy
into the greed disguised as art.
You condemn the hate but can’t see the fake
staring back when you gaze into the lake.
June 30, 2020: Before I can truly help anyone else, I have to pull myself out of the mud first; a drowning person can’t be a lifeguard at the same time. After all, I am just a flower looking to bloom through metal.
DeVaughn Station
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DeVaughn Station  19/M/Omaha, NE
(19/M/Omaha, NE)   
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