To Nikki
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05/12/09
Society, you made me think I was in control;
You held me under pressure.
If I was the target, you forgot…
“Only the noble would be called to difficulty…
One man in death would become the prostitute.
Sacrifice proved to be the amenity.
A need to fill our compassion of completeness
Seemed to be destitute.”
When did dirt follow the narrow ground?
If I could laugh just a little bit harder,
The numbs of truth would hear me.
Would you then become the jailed one…
The one holding onto a piece of nonsense?
A never ending story of your beliefs?
Lead you into a trap of sorrow, despair, HATE…Nothing!
This becomes progress that you never needed…
LOVE
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