by Travis B.

All other ground is sinking sand. Father when I stepped into self, my intellect called me to self righteousness. A foreign land, a land not acquainted with you. It brought uneasiness and fear. A land where I had to sustain and qualify myself. Lord there the seeming palace has become a prison. One that had trapped me for the grounds had shifted causing the door to bind and the windows to seize. 

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