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The Inheritor
A false perspective from the drug
adversity confirm the slug
to cover my lost space, a plug
the prior years seem lost to tug!
Some remnant, some impersonal shrug
has cast me down to this exchange
my livelihood must rearrange
to manifest this new derange!
A blob of entity enhanced
to fill the cabinet of chance,
prescriptions meriting advance
now solemn to emotions stance!
Racked up by fetishes, now dance
to fool's charade, this modern lure
the note, addiction is the slur
while I the victim hide the stir!
Oh courage, grant me not impure
conditioning that I lose concur,
as time becomes enslavement's bear
free gracefully my lost fight's share.
To modify this pagan scare
inducement is the rub, beware
concern my choices ~ my up there
INHERITOR, claim your own self-care!
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Paula Larson
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