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50 Shades of Bosssy.....The Saga....

Exhausted mentally,
I shrug away the facade of a smile that gracefully hides my 50 shades
of fucked up...

It amazes me how no one really calls their own bluff....

hiding behind fantasies because in reality the pain of life's offerings
is a bit much....

Reality being,
that some where along the dotted line the saddest truths holds lies and lies
have their own merits of truth that intertwine and linger within the minds
perception....

it is the double-edged weapon of mind over matter,
where ones subconscious surges through the gray matter of hidden delicacies as

to

why or how one can breathe in earths realms, sadly
I become overwhelmed as if deaths kiss surely evades me, keeping me intoxicatingly
awaiting my arrival at destiny's door,

yet

I embrace the pain that exudes me to once more, explore a day of pleasure to remain
in this fuckery of a society where minds lie scouring to divide and a challenge what is
mine,
not knowing that I give no fucks about smirks and envious undertones
for I stand grounded and always alone,
taking life for what it is, while the next bitch has a bid hung highly over my head...

couldn't walk a step in my shoes, im 2 complex
vexed and highly fucked up ,
past 50 shades but I like the cliche' of being grey
with no black or white and the only light
that filters underneath the lids covering these eyes,

is the revelation:

im 50 shades of Bossy fucked up, and I own it!

* (to B continued........................)*