The Life I Wanted
By: Bradley Wisnoski
Forced into this from an urge.
Created then forced to purge.
A million questions unanswered.
Just curious youngins pampered.
Wish I was just left in a tube sock as a spunky splurge.
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Bradley Wisnoski
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