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Screwed.

And so I was deceived.
Lied to. Coerced.
Screwed good and hard.
The wiles of a b****
So foolishly believed.
But as care sees fit
To be blind and forget
The final execution of it seems
Unreal at the best.
Suicide visits,
Quickly put off.
Anger arises.
Confusion its guest.
Then all is embittered
It a tomb of cold hate.
Where rot eats away
Until some better fate
Visit’s the cold, sodden, and queer,
Mans misery forgotten by time
A sweet held dear.




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