I'm in love with so many, yet none at same time.
A game, a game, indeed.
A whistle with no reason or rhyme.
I've carried bigger burdens and fought demons tenfold,
But the biggest demon remains, my emotions ever so bold.
A memory of what was, and a feral chase of love...
A game to the outsiders, and a prison to me.
A chase of a snake eating its own tail,
Will my prison break? Or will I constantly fail?
I can't breathe in my thoughts, and I've battled forever...
A cycle I want to end... But it always begins again.
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Dichotomy
PuisiThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
