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This was a year
Many thought would never end
It gets blamed
for many of our ills today
it was a traumatic year for me
and maybe my ills were defined here
so that now my internal battles
the ones fueled by lies
greased with fear
sparked by fate
my soul is hiding
buried under the wieght
Many thought would never end
It gets blamed
for many of our ills today
it was a traumatic year for me
and maybe my ills were defined here
so that now my internal battles
the ones fueled by lies
greased with fear
sparked by fate
my soul is hiding
buried under the wieght
posted by Brett at 10:46 PM
2 Comments:
I hope all the blame doesn't hinge around the fact that I was born that year. :)
Glad to see some new thoughts, Brett.
Tom:
I am trying to get back into writing a few ideas every now and then. Your stuff is really enjoyable.
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