I was chosen to be cheated





I was chosen to be cheated
at a time I was upside down
and life turned around and
I landed on my feet.

In the darkest of my nights, a
highwayman cleared road free
and swept me of my feet, I was
like a fly blinded by a light bulb.

Well, a conman was hardly my
dream and pretty soon I freed
myself and fled. Now no one
asks for me. I’m free but
is it worth to be?




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