My Mission
Even though my positivity was detrimental.
It was as if imagining good times was sentimental.
There is nothing if my delusions are not woven.
And there is everything if my sacrifice is chosen.
I like to imagine that my thoughts are concrete.
But really, I am trapped in suggestibility- randomly twirling in my seat.
I can see connections through omission.
I am like a quiet star on a mission.
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