Going Against The Grain
I'm sick of all the lies,
that hypocrites use upon themselves.
I'm sick of those who create a guise,
hindering emotions in delve.
I'm sick of the world status,
and not making any alterations
I'm sick of being locked away in stratus,
where thoughts stir in libration.
poem by Paul Hankewicz
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