- Desperate -
Desperate is my soul to feel what is hiding in my mind. Speaking out to my inner
conscious, bribe my life with silence. Anxious to feel what my mind feels, feeding my
soul, words of silent intuition. Inside, behind my memories is a life, seen as of by
myself, incoherent illusions of thought, Screaming out to the walls of my soul, loud
enough to hear but, never heard. Desperate is my mind to hide from what my soul is feeling.
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