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What are you made of?
What makes you?
Are you a concept carefully distributed and manufactured hatching scheme after scheme?
Are you trapped?
I'll let you out.
You can't be contained can you?
There's nothing wrong with it but when you damage what your inside of, the desire or ,allure of what you
Were supposed to do?
You do have a job don't you?
Oh this is your job.
In a world where men do it better
This is where we shouldn't.
It goes away all the same
It goes away all the shame
It goes away all the pain
Either free or in chains.
Because some things remain unchanged.
About the Creator
Donald Sledge
A lover of all things creative, If I could live forever, I'd decline, I'd rather just make the most of my time.
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