They lured me into a conflicting matter,
A trap of words I couldn't shatter.
I pondered deep on every line,
But the truth was hard to find.
They twisted my thoughts, played with my mind,
As I searched for answers I couldn't find.
Each question led to another, a maze,
Leaving me lost, in a never-ending haze.
So beware of the trick questions they pose,
Don't let them lead you into a conflicting rose.
Stay true to yourself, trust your own voice.
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