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My Little World
I feel so small, In the spectrum of it all. No more important than a mere speck of dust, Lost in this matrix with no one to trust. With no will to climb higher, Scared of being burnt as I near the flames of the fire. All trust has vanished throughout time, Putting your trust in another can often leave you feeling like slime. Emotions can only blind you, And keep you from doing the things you need to do. Your heart is your most tender of garments, Especially when worn on your sleeve exposed for all to torment. And if exposed for too long it is said it will turn to the hardest of stone, Isolation is wrong for the heart can’t stand to be left all alone. So there we go again the circle is complete, Trust or isolation without companionship we’ve met defeat. And without trust no companionship will be had, So forget what I just said I think I’ve just gone mad. A white coat a padded room, A safe place for brilliant minds to bloom. It’s never to late to get it right, At least that’s what my doctor tells me most every night. Said my mind just needed a rest, As he shows me pictures for some kind of test. See ya later, Irish tater.
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