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Once hypnotised and severely demoralised on how I thought life should be, I thought life was happening to me and not through me

When they ask you, what you are, tell them this. I don’t fit into your lists, the prerequisites set up to take the piss, the labels that you enforce on little kids and the lifestyles you try to have them live.

Can you imagine the pain that this emits, the feeling of having to fit, the phoney labels and fable’s?

Who makes this shit up? Why do we all follow the trend and sip from the same cup?

Whether black, white, gay or straight. Shouldn’t human be the only race and definition;

The only distinction that is within reason.

-D. Edwards | www.pain2poetry.com

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