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A Mess Called Life


A mess. An ultimate mess.

Can't even decipher what the message is,

That's how crazy it is. Nonsense.

 

Pain, hurt, lies.

It's all common, yes, but when like this, 

It's worse. It's torture.

 

Hold a steady hand.

Put your hair in a neat style. 

Smile, at least, at least for a little while.

 

Think. Or don't.

Talk. Or be silent.

Just watch what you do, no need for violence.

 

Lose all perfectionism.

Unravel before their eyes.

But never ever tell your lies. Keep that disguise.

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