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Mischievous whispers
Slowly driving us into insanity
Again, we try and fail
Because we drown in our own vanity
There is no cure for the mischievous whispers
But why should there be?
They help us in so many ways
Like including a getaway for you or me
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This poem is based off the theme from the SCV game's stage "Tranquil wasteland"
YOU ARE READING
My mind's poetry
PoetryPoetry about stuff in my mind... * *** * Do note that this stuff merely comes to my mind. My life is not all goth and emo or whatever. Not trying to offend no one. Do also note that most of these pictures are not mine to call, well, mine (except cat...
