i am just another pawn to this world, with every inching step, with the breathe of little white lies, i am worse then you.
my smile and happiness is a cover for the reality of sheltered comfort, my looks and voice is but the lie of true denial.
my steps and big talk about procastination holds me to the truths, that i may never leave, that i may always be. just like my own.
my acceptance is holding to much of a indeciable young adults choosing a foretold fate.
my mind believes one
but my creation and choose has little say nomore.
whats bad is good and god is bad?
why?
may i leave this forbidden place of the mind set and further the outbreak of a formidable human of great pursuit..or will i not
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