Oppressors

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.    

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Reality

Take a step into reality… My mind still struggles to find closure peacefully. The truth hits me hard, nearly out of air. They always told me…life was never meant to be fair.

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