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confused poem by a confused mind
Trying to function but my brain's on the grind,
trying to end me, I won't give up,
in my head an enemy, chaining me up,
stuck in this conscience losing my mind.
Reflections broken, looking away,
this existence brings mostly just pain,
the beautiful moments scatter to gray,
I'm just one person, both Abel and Cain.
Wandering aimlessly looking for purpose,
I dream...
Friday 4th June 2021 9:54 pm
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