Bruised

In the dead of night I hold a boxing match in my mind and I can never be sure who the winner is but some mornings I wake up black and blue

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Rob Levasseur

Date: 12/26/2020 12:57:00 PM

Slavery is more than just an illusion, it's delusion as well. Not only is the system rigged, the people who are being rigged fulfill destinies determined by the slums and ghettos they are resigned to. No other way to slice it, you are right. On a side note, you have very good thoughts and ideas, I would simply suggest you do a thorough spell check and grammar check because those minor mistakes detract from your overall message.

Rob Levasseur

Date: 12/26/2020 12:51:00 PM

Huh, imagine that...something so short can be so impactful. Well done.