Hated by strangers.
Stalked by dictators.
Abandoned by family
Mind wondering daily.
Gaining more knowledge.
Losing more trust.
Evil becomes perception.
Good has lost just.
Awaiting many sunrises.
Paranoid of many moon's.
Talent is meaningless.
Hate invites wounds.
Thoughts are delusions.
With words come our doom.
Death is less scary.
Age is less bothersome.
Legs hurt quicker.
Must return home.
My soul is suppressed!
©nomadsoul
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