Do small ideas lead to
full waged on conflicts in my mind ?
Hatred surrounds me
like a shroud that's yet to be laid on .
It will be the death of me .
People say there are demons .
But how do they know ?
Cause all I do is fight them inside
and they never seem to come out .
Truly fiction is stronger than reality
metaphors never get wasted
cause if words have the powers to change someone
I guess my hatred could make someone understand
That I'm helpless .
So , pray that my mind goes back to tabula rasa
It's the state that I can still live in .
If not ,
I guess I'll be fiction myself .
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Random Thoughts In My Random Head
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