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Journey

People walk around like cattle, my stars are shadows and as I walk I rattle my childish fist.
At first I dismissed the worst aspects of my vision but let the devil slip eviction and said "listen".
I fell through Hell and existed as the walls of my kitchen only to find out that life is worth sitting in conviction.

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Author
Just

Created
2018-09-01 12:00:00

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