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Confusion

Going, coming, running, staying Oh the mind games they keep playing Or perhaps it my mind playing tricks on me. Broken cracked complete insanity. Shadows and secrets whispers and looks Over your shoulder again it spooks Guessing assumptions facades Deception trickery it's been decades Tricks of the mind and hand Demons with demonic plans Ever watchful careful not to trip No room for error not one slip Weakness is what fuels the ghost Then you're their puppet simply a host Bend break at their whim Don't fall in the trap resist them. For once you give up and admit defeat It's over put ur heart that their feat For now you are them Heart and soul closed never to open again

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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