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Apr 2
I am slightly older now,
I've experienced what I know now as false tales of love,
False hate.... the tales of luck? 'Pft'
I did not realise but I was locked up in my own mind.

I've now come to an understanding of the world,
All things 'gender' 'maturity' 'kindness' 'wokeness'
Which I'm not quite sure any exist?
Just all perspective or pretence in 2
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The year of fighting the make believe or injustice or the oldies!
Both sides just the blind leading the extremely deaf,
Trying every second to find escapism,
To avoid...........................our corrupt inners of boredom!


Anyways,
I met a man... fell in love.. deep.. for the first time,
Not very 2
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Hands up ^^o^^ gggguilty.

But I cant help this burning question?
Maybe they are right... this relationship must certainly be a trap?
Men = Predator.
Babies = Cage
Love = Illusion
Marriage = Ownership

I spend countless days wondering if I have stupidly fallen victim.

But I guess the future will tell
She always does .. I think......
                                                                                 let me check tiktok.
Blake
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