Aimless hyprocrisy
I can't keep track of this aimless work of hypocrisy. It not going to be easy. I want to be set free of this evil in me.
The evil that lurks around the corner will keep this body a foreigner. Lost in a place of emptiness and I am to be
be blamed because I didn't' careless.
poem by Liz Bitelove
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