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Nov 2022
I cover silver and gold
With mange and flees ,
I roll in rancid things
To stave off any smell of nobility.
Lowly I walk in shadows   ....
Of the beautiful.......
Slowly I go solo
In this masquerade
A filthy dog is what they see ,
Because Ive been beat about the snout .....
And made to believe
This is my lot
In secret I know
I know ....
I know .....
I know .........
I am not this monster  ...
My poor heart ...
I wear on my sleeve...
I can not keep it in me
It's wounded .....
All but rotten ......
Every good deed  
And all I have forgiven ......
Instantly diminished....
Forgotten ....
Madness consumes my sleep .
Sleep depravity Bereft's me of strength.......
I'm weary of this existence......
Will I ever escape     .
Will I
Will I ....
Can I .......
I...........
I'm on a roller coaster here
Bear with me please ......
Just venting ......
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Delton Peele
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