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Pursuit Of Intentional Disgrace

I know it's wrong, I wish I could just stop, bad habits take control, something I wish I could drop.

It never fails, just when I think I'm good, evil loves to return, this is understood.

Temptation of the flesh, it has plagued me for years, yet no matter how hard I try, if always brings me to tears.

ronin67

@ronin67

Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!

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