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Sunday, 7 July 2024

A Pace Without Grace

 My mentality that was so grave

Is at a standstill as I now behave,

I do not grieve how I came to be

In this maddening believability.


My alters, while understanding

Their reprimanding demanding,

Were so of a significance trance

That I had to dance their dance.


They could control me you see,

And I was taken from my ability

To think rationally with a sanity

On a spree of my unbelievability.


I would be under their mad influence

And would so have no common sense

As I raged and ranted at every place

I chanced upon with an ungodly pace.

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