Insecure.
A real prisoner. Made to feel like a visitor in my own mind.
So blinded by my own lies cannot believe wise advice.
Deception made an impression.
No way to heal this depression, starting to feel like an infection.
How to make redemption?...
a troubled mind
asking such question.
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PuisiSome days are dark. Some are bright. Enjoy a collection of thoughts I tend to hide.
