(UNTITLED)
It’s getting harder to separate
the real from the fake
When all I see are smiling faces,
to hide the traces of hate
Don’t ask,
Won’t tell
So I just sit back and wait
for the true colors to show
Then one by one...
I eliminate
(c)2010 Rashida Vassel
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SUPREME
feels like something I just wrote. I am emailing you another one that I wrote today. simplifying your life makes it easier to see the joy before you.
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