Original source: Me, Myself, and I.
Unknown
A gentle breeze felt grazing across my face,
Moments in time I kept trapped in an endless race.
My memory suddenly vanishes reality becomes a dream,
A tainted mind brandishes nothing is what it seems.
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PoetryThis is my poetry. I place poems that come to mind and share it with you guys. I base some poems or quotes on other significant topics, and I'll credit whether I claim ownership of the poem. Please enjoy and I hope you can conceive the message I'm...
