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With Time I Fly

It's just a buncha **** I wish could do,

Yet with this **** strife I'm only subdued,

Clueless on what to wait on now,

Constantly a smile flipped into a frown,

I wonder what it takes to not be so bound,

Constantly punished I question what's the cause,

The fate, karma, or just God's given smiteful pause

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george-c
Armenian
Published
Oct 14, 2014
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