Anointed

Anointed

I stood there , tired . So tired to breathe . Even to feel , when could this stop . The lies of tortured truths seeped in magnitudes of thought . 

Unfair , I had written this sorrow off . 

Could there be a spirit of joy , compassion , or deception of perception that resided in me .

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