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The mood of people
I all began as a monster
and I was in the mercy of strangers
depending on their mood
they could do whatever
with my brittle bones.
and I was in the mercy of strangers
depending on their mood
they could do whatever
with my brittle bones.
Published 11th Apr 2023
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13th Apr 2023 6:45pm
Hmph. Has punch in its brevity, interesting to ponder, especially considering the lone choice of theme, identity is something we rely greatly upon without often being aware of it almost an autonomic function of the psyche.
