The innocent ignorance
bequeathed at birth.
Finding ones path
has been rutted.
Unable to move
Unable to breath
Unable to think
Wanting only to break free
from this rage cage.
Drowning in a sea
of my own faking.
Looking this gift
horse in the mouth.
I sigh this breath
resolving to change
but here we are again, back to faking.
Words fail me
And my ignorance of everything
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