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Struggle
I struggle to be – as I see.
Lies become truth-ingrained.
Reality branches snapped from life's tree.
I struggle to be – as I see.
How I long for us all to be free,
though in sentience I'm pained.
I struggle to be – as I see.
Lies become truth-ingrained.
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:06 pm
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