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at dawn
A day dies and another shift begins,
Lies and sifted truth told by a different personality.
A gifted persona in bigotry to drift with in hatred later,
Cater to dismantled thoughts, forever brokenly gifted.
It hurts to the core when self loath is monopolistic,
It's a totalitarian feeling, no need for diagnosis.
I just want to live a life without inner politics,
But in the end ...
Saturday 8th January 2022 11:46 pm
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