False Representation #60

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Sitting in trial

Waiting on the jury to reach its verdict

After a while

They predict

That I was guilty

Of False Representation

I felt filthy

This confrontation

Flips another page

As I walk on the liquid nitrogen

Going through another stage 

Losing oxygen

I take another step forward

Wondering what's left

This journey so hard

Attempting to recover from this theft

The more I try 

More I sacrifice

I wonder why

Is it worth this price

The solution

To my addiction

The pollution 

Of my fiction

False representation

Strapped me in these locks

My story swept across the nation

My death knocks

I can no longer breathe

My throat closed to constriction

I am stuck beneath

A veil of addiction 

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