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Back seat driver
Cast out and banished,
It was set aside to be forgotten.
Taken of the shelf before it ever had a chance to grow.
My happiness was a crewl joke from the start,
With my pride the only punchline.
Always laughing at and never with, buried in shame,
with the shovel lost in time.
I am corrupt and harassed from the entity within.
The spinster, joker and the thief simply rolled together for another cliché from within.
Mellon collie, depression, gloom or disgust it doesn't matter which.
They are all a sad case of my insanity.
Day to day I struggle for for drive.
Night to night I must lock my selves inside.
Yet its the hour to hour that he deprives of any and all of my God given power.
It was set aside to be forgotten.
Taken of the shelf before it ever had a chance to grow.
My happiness was a crewl joke from the start,
With my pride the only punchline.
Always laughing at and never with, buried in shame,
with the shovel lost in time.
I am corrupt and harassed from the entity within.
The spinster, joker and the thief simply rolled together for another cliché from within.
Mellon collie, depression, gloom or disgust it doesn't matter which.
They are all a sad case of my insanity.
Day to day I struggle for for drive.
Night to night I must lock my selves inside.
Yet its the hour to hour that he deprives of any and all of my God given power.
Published 26th Aug 2018
Author's Note
I wish I could say that I hate constantly writing negative thoughts with motions, but for to long it has been my only common ground,,,,, I am working and slowly but surely things are on a change.... But we must work with what we have, until we are in the know of the correct, or more righteous path.
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