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Jul 2021
It was the last drop to glissade down my cheek

The hazy delusions I saw through the creeks

And despite my efforts of simplicity

I'm drawn to an array of complexity

So as I sat and fought those demons

I cut the ties despite the screaming

Of Hope
Of Change
Of Love...

Because none of it was true
As it lie in my mind

The search for ME has been hard to find
Megan James
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Megan James  Lodi,Ca
(Lodi,Ca)   
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