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Religion


Tired.

Exhaustion

I seek to be retired

Where did it come from

Starting when I first came to the planet

Beginning of my life

When seeing the first light

The cries I had sung

The start of my journey

My tiredness begun

Was I really born dirty?

So early to assume.

Don’t I get a say?

It seems you choose my doom

Unless I choose to pray

I refuse to blindly obey

 
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katyalater42

Some of my "poems" might just be short stories or flash-fiction. (they're my favorite)

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