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Blue 9

Game changer

By Mescaline BrissetPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
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Who was I for you?

Hardly a worn-out piece of blue

Unimportant, forgotten

Lying on the corner of every street

And at the bottom of your bag

Never used and now I know why

You never invited me into your world

Only wanted to use for your own purposes

Contradictory to mine

How stupid I was

Believing in the impossible

That you will change, forget

About what you allegedly saw

And disperse in much clearer air

Not convoluted anyhow

With your sick moral standards

But I know you’ll never change

In a person who would respect me

No matter how hard I try

To prove

My innocence

On every corner of your corrupted nature

Go check with your ego

If there’s any place for me

In the midst of your cold-blooded conspiracy

Against

My honesty

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15 November 2021

revised on 14 January 2022

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Mescaline Brisset

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don't do it.

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