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Window To The Soul

A place unknown
The rags are sewn
With clear unbroken thread.

I try to breathe
I won't receive
Second best instead

A fairy tale
But life's gone stale
The cruel impending dread

If I could choose
To win or lose
I'd always go ahead

It isn't fair
Your malevolent stare
I turned on my heels and fled.

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I am innocent. I just observe the corrupted.

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