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Feb 2021
conscience
i thought my thoughts were justified
but who’s the judge of our own minds?
what goes on behind the scenes?
a puppet master pulling strings?
im left to question my integrity.
no bows only rain
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no bows only rain  26/F/Columbus, OH
(26/F/Columbus, OH)   
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