Am I a mirrored reflection of my imagination?
Lost in time and space as none seem to move forward.
Can I truly have a purpose in a world that seems to have lost it all. Or will the acts of millions more define my own.
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Confessions of an Entangled Mind
PoetryCountless days and sleepless nights can't sleep, can't dream, can't rest, nothing left but to write.
