Lost
We get lost in our own minds.
It is astonishing.
We look for a place to untwine
But we end up demolishing.
The mind is a misterious place
It really has no end
You go to find your space
You think it is your friend
The truth is you really don't know it
it can deceive you
you are just too weak to show it
who would believe you?
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