I wrote this poem during a season. It was a time when I realised how susceptible I had become to certain people. Their whims, their agendas, and their influence affected me. The lesson was hard, and it cost me a great deal. But the poem holds the insight born from that pain. Perhaps the suffering can find meaning in the depth of these words. There is hope carried by the lesson learned.

Poem: The Liar, the Coward and the Glutton.
I wrote this poem during a season. It was a time when I realised how susceptible I had become to certain people. Their whims, their agendas, and their influence affected me. The lesson was hard, and it cost me a great deal. But the poem holds the insight born from that pain. Perhaps the suffering…
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