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Misled

Apr 18, 2026

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in Uncategorized

Frustration rings,
you didn’t sing,
I told it all out first.
You took my time,
and pled no crime,
because of you
and your design.

I’ve kept my worth
fully in tact,
your jig is up
I didn’t act.

You hardly care,
lost in despair,
to look for bits of truth.

It’s for the best,
I carry my chest,
but I’ll miss the hope
no lest.


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