Put the blame on me,
No I do not jest, seriously,
bring upon your own salvation,
and lead me to my damnation,
treat me as dispensable,
I know I'm not worth any silver nor gold,
deprive me of my words,
for my freedom I've mourned,
locked away from happiness so I've been told,
locked away from all things I dearly hold,
call upon my name and curse it sevenfold.
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PoezieThere are numerous stories hidden 'neath our consciousness, beneath the superficial.. and with that said, allow me to introduce you to my mental world...
