I trust no one.
I am keeping my circle small.
But the funny thing is
I am not part of their circle.
I just thought it was reciprocated
That I was part of their circle.
It was funny, almost comedic.
Tragic.
I trust no one
But maybe some
And when I am not needed
I am out of their radar.
It is still funny.
Comedic.
Tragic.
I have no one.
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Confessions (Rant Room, maybe?) / the restless mind
PoesíaAm I just grumbling? Endlessly complaining? I confess. I repent. But is it enough?
