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I supped in the bowels of society and dined with the beggars and thieves, but made a promise to one who was honest and told me I shan't stay there, that I shall overcome my demons and I shall sup at the table of the rich and wealthy and that my mind shall no longer grow hungry, I overcame my plight which had brought to light a dream lit by the fire that burned within my desire to grow and now I ride that dream I won't go back everything has changed and my old life was nothing more than a dream
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Mark lewis [bitwima]
I'm a published indie author from New Jersey who loves to read and write. I have a children's book called new friend found that was published in 2013 available in physical and ebook format find me on Twitter @bitwima
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Mismanagement
I Don't know what you want from me. You change your mind constantly. Should I be myself or a robot with only a single thought with no clarity or self-worth who tries to please but is confused because of a misdirection brought on with no rhyme or reason? Perhaps some discretion would be a better suit more than just an act of whimsy. Maybe something a little less flimsy like a plan set in motion driven by a single devotion to change that which surrounds but all you are is confounded by an endless cycle like a nut stripped of threads your thought process I don't know where it begins or where it ends again I don't know what you want from me.
By Mark lewis [bitwima]3 years ago in Poets
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