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Punishment for true being,
One of thyself,
Harm done to ones feelings, thoughts, and true emotions,
Once again unforgiving,
Small things beginning,
A single thing taken away,
Then more to be stolen,
Unable to do the things of my own wanting,
The hate of no freedom,
The carefree life now taken away,
To only be sabatoged,
Killed by my own trusties,
A trust now never to be regained,
The small things as they say are what counts,
If that is true then I have lost all that counts to me,
My soul yearns for its fullness,
The only fullness it now feels is sadness.

By: Darci Botts

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