My hand reaches for passing pleasures, my heart longs for real treasures.

I turn to old addictions when I feel the immediate pressures.

At times it’s a struggle to fight off the intensity of the stressors.

I get lost in a dialogue between the oppressed and the oppressors.

 

 

Posted by:Lauren Kim

🦋 I write my own stories, breathing in life & love by my heart's endless daydreams.

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