Rant-ish
This is not a poem. Just a statement.
I'm not free.
Still a slave.
Sometimes I want to die:
From the After Effects of divorce.
Perpetuating a generational curse being split from my seeds
Financial strain
Lack of Independence
Lack of freedom
The realization that as Shakespeare said
"all the world's a stage"
Awake since 2012
Being around people but alone.
Everyday seems to be a waiting game...
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