Every submissive fire
Turns into ash
But we are all fading
Slowly with each passing day
Fragments of memories
Sink further into despair
Alienating parts of my soul
I trusted you to mend
The broken pieces of my mind
I never thought you were so blinded
By the encapsulating toxic lies
Now the poison is incurable
There's no one left with the ablity to fight
Sounds very much like my
Sounds very much like my college experience decades ago.
Starward
School
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Formula and history how to count and some language skills. Price: 40K, indentured servant debt 2x. Toxic levels - poor to middle or upper class, fatal after 70 to 80 years.
~A~