…….The universe has no floor, but you’re standing on it, emptiness has no core, but you’re burrowing for it, the impossible is impossible but your politics are rarely thwarted, but there was that time when you nearly brought it, from sticking out your chest standing up and fighting for it, all cause I wouldn’t dawn a wig like Dionne Warwick, telling me to be opened minded and explore it, they act like, it’s not like society said drink some boric, never mind your nature, they think theirs can cure it.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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A poem of standing up for oneself and one's decisions well done.
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