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Nov 2022
Harder to leave then to fight on a daily. I rather be caked with disease then to feel helplessly lonely. A drift at sea, It wasn’t you it was me. It wasn’t I it was she. It wasn’t her it was he. Who am I supposed to believe? Not you or myself, nor anyone else in between. Deception to deceive, a lesson to conceive. Depression well achieved. Corruption every since a seed. Disruption full of anger, hatred and greed. Will I succeed? Intuition well perceived. Perception of misery I heed. Their full of questions while I’m empty as I bleed. Aggression to relieve. Oppression we receive. Possessions we no longer need is love forever Anchored never to be set free.
Paul Sheridan Sanchez
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