Lies Age
A void template Freedom so pure Paid in ignorance Wisdom matures Lies slowly wither Truths roots run deep Now the cost is clear We were too young to see
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J.T.
I am simply put a lost soul coming to terms with the sometimes harsh realties of life. Learing the complex intricacies of world we live by trying to understad both the beauty and brutishness of it all.
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