ROPE AROUND MY THROAT -@ WANJA’S POETRY

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I’m in a battle with what I think.
In a battle with what I know.
Dreamt so much of the grass being greener,
But the grassland turned to be so blue.
Been watering so many things to growth.
However they turned out to be the rope around my throat,
Knives on my back, an abyss of my thoughts.
They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you,
But they ate the whole damn arm.

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