Play the played game in play,
To lose all but lost is the forgotten words.
To feel but not real, in thoughts we delve.
Only betrayed by the closest, but betrayed by yourself.
Confusion overwhelming purity
How to be, how to feel?
If those very thoughts may not be real.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
