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4d
Some people Say
Unconsciously
To them self's
I can only Grow
In My
Self imposed  
Invironment  
In My
Wilfully Compressed  
Perceptions  
In the Scrub lands  
Of My  
Self Deceit  
Its the Only way I know  
Of Avoiding  
The Price  
The Psychological Pain
Of My Potential Growth  
Of Leaving  
All that I'm used to  
All that I've Ever known
Behind
Written by
William Andrews  62/M/Greece
(62/M/Greece)   
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