weak to contend
my heart reeks with squimishness
pushing back feelings of rage
and discontent
its no foolishness
trapped like an angry lion in a cage
bilious in here yearning for a new age
i've commited no crime
yet tormented time after time
i feel mocked persecuted
in the endless tide
always seeming to be
an object of humiliation
meeting only with much strife
id like to end the struggle of my life
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Author:
onepauly (
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Comments1
In the pits. Nicely done. Hugs.
the next one will
show you the answer
of how I figured it out.
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