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Next to the toxicity 
Of childhood complexity 
And growing into the monster
The worst of the ways
We pass on these days
Are the crippling anxieties we sponsor
Next time you dine
At the table next to mine
We should speak with only our eyes
If they all saw me
As I’m meant to be
They’d forgive me for all my lies

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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