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Your day has come
And will never begone
Only a few months ago
But you feel so long gone
Upright position
My head is held upright
You implanted self worth from the most obtuse places
Resentment, regret, retraction
Never again will I fall victim to its effect
You were next
Picked up the pieces if you were broken
This place called earth can have you cultivate
Manipulated
Leave you in a state of a stroke
So hard to recover after the second relapse
Shucks
You held me down when I fell in the trap
Mental suicide is the worst telepathy
Blaming myself
Where did I go wrong
Did I serve my purpose
I hope you hear me

William K. Butler