(Hour 7

I’m alright, okay?
What else can I say,
you continue to pray,
and say how dismain,
I appear to be,
when will you see,
that this is me.
I am happy is this place,
not looking for a race,
or another lying face,
destroyed by the void
they call self pity,
a drop with no bottom,
but you brought then
with glee.
When will you see,
that this is just me.

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