intuitive notions spin the wheel of my revolving chamber/ the lack of hope feeds my famished need for the perfect stranger/ but often comes the arrival of unwanted anger/ keeping secluded leaving my conscious endangered/ and for all the wrong reasons we blame life to feel saner/ but only until the day we're forced to drain our feelings in guilts strainer/ the game changer/ a constant tamer because we forget to read disclaimers/ wishing we had trainers but all in all we'd beg for waivers/ we all hate the labor/ but forced ourselves to accept the fate of complainers/ just look around and you'll see its a no brainer/ you're your own traitor…

_Shaun Poet

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