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A Day In Work

Date Written: November 9, 2017
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If you FUCK

with the paper.

Then you FUCK 

with the roots 

of my psyche

that blinds me

that binds me, 

to the truth. 

 

The truth of

where I come from, 

and, 

who I am. 

These thoughts cause me much

degradation 

that's why I sit, 

waiting, 

In anticipation. 

Hoping that the news crews force 

through a letter 

letting me know of the vendetta. 

 

A heavy price 

gotta pay 

for lonely nights 

and empty days.

If I could have only 

found my way 

If I could only 

Find my way. 

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