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Introverted Sage

Introverted Sage

Wrong

                                     Wrong is wrong is wrong is wrong.
                                                   Lack of that reality
                                           Does not make you strong.
                                                  In fact it says weak.
                                             An existance that’s bleak.
                                        As Karma sings her fated song.
 
                                                                            ~Odalys M.~

30.2023.03

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