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Mind of Mine.

Paint a picture for the outside, must hide what’s truly inside. Communication is impossible, a skill I can’t achieve at all.A fantasist of all things great,I’m in fear again it’s much too late. 

Owned by my own mentalities, cursed via multiple insanities. Reflection leads me back to blame,For being the same old me again.

Expression is hard to control, I’m losing each and every soul. With each loss, lower and lower I seem to go.

Please mind of mine. When will you ever slow?



◄ Times a’changing


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