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The Consequential World

For sure if I BLEED I die With this I stick my chin out and hold my head high. KNOWING I must try. Rightly but not ideal. This world twist and turns on FLUXED appeal. As had been discussed in a covert CONVERSATION If I held my TONGUE would I cause my lip to contort any how? Not to say I wouldn't be JADED and wrinkle MY brow Now, as we had spoken and agreed I will not be crowded in with soft grays and ordinary beige Do not lock me in that GILDED CAGE. I need no protection from this consequential world I can not hide I must seek RESOLVE and make effort to ABIDE CLEARLY here's the GIST NOTHING EXIST WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE

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Book: Shattered Sighs