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I’ve put to rest my anger, resigned —
Unrest cast away with dislike, judgement.
I can’t do it anymore, let God judge.
As for me no disquiet, no more riots.
I’d rather love life, be judged for what’s true,
Not words or assumptions misconstrued.
I’ve worked hard to be healthy, to brew —
Something good from poison, eleven-years through.
Because you think it, doesn’t mean it’s me —
Doesn’t make it true, doesn’t give proof to words.
Quiet space’s essential, sorry for the hurt.
I’ve no reason to slight anyone; no one.
All I know are bits, pieces some words curt;
It’s not about me, I don’t hate; heal this how?
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