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Dec 2014
Last Night
I found myself stuck
I kept
opening my eyes
But I
couldn't wake up.

Guess
I'm just stuck
In a world, in real-time
where;
Every secret is another risk.
Promises are just a remnant of a myth
Trust was a lie.
And honestly was abolished, so
True Love couldn't really exist.
People better at using words as fist --
than using them as a gift.
Children getting schooled like fish,
school programs turned to projects
to nature the statistics;
so if the shoes fits
they are too dump to notice;
Police enforcing politics,
while social media enforce justice,
young heart-broken mothers seethe,
with protesters cause,
because they wouldn't let son breathe.
People shooting in black on white,
so its hard to see, it
killing you and me.
Styles
Written by
Styles  NYC
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