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Aug 2023
It was a slow descent to sloth,
preceeded by greed,
but not before envy had his say,
then we met gluttony,
as resentment built up we found rage,
and when lust lingered like a vine connecting all these vains,
it was discovered at the root of it all,
at the start of the fall,
hidden deep inside,
was a piercing pride.
nyant
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nyant  25/M/Zambia
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