Lost
lost within ones mind.. deranged how two objects are opposite in the most similar disguise. disgusting to ones eyes to understand that these objects know each other's characteristics but no real eyes never realize real lies. unfortunate to an object of matter. the confusion of disappointment. the illness of the two. u think they would clue. but yet they tend to continue into life without care. i sit. i wait. nothing. brings tears to ones eyes. however, the laughter in ones mouth. when will they interview with the hurt that's known? never. stupidity is at its foremost. pain has grown.
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