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My Mind State


As I contemplate my cuurent state

I realize it's all to fake 

The anger I feel is nothing but a great escape

being blocked by these hellish gates 

Constantly trying to control my fate, while unfourtunately fueling my hate 

I once thought I could get past this trait of my constant disgrace 

Being a blemish this world has seemed to create, but deep down I wanted to feel another way

Searching for a better day I have paused on a new discovery it was love you see 

and I know that nothing can bother me, for I now realize it's all real to me

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