January 1, 2009
Without memories, my beauty was hatred
Grains of ecstacy through my nights, were reality
Morning left bitter torn love unfettered
People leave me anguished in disguise
I was despoiled of my youth
But mislead by my exemption
My individual weaknesses,
Get taken as a plea to humanity
And yet
My life exemplifies the memories of love
The grains that once were,
Are no more, and now just a figment
I'm no longer tortured by people
And their persona's of un-trustworthy
Yes, my youth was detracted
And my exemption was a fabrication
But i'm still standing
Holding on to the threads fed to me
By the Corperation of America
And still, I am

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