It's funny how they say love yourself,
Trust me, if I could I would
It's a problem in my psyche that keeps me from feeling how I should
Not a prison, but lens
I don't need fixing, but a cleanse
I have tears, I need mends
But oh well I guess
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The Aggravated Mind
PoesiaEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
