I don't fit the mold of thee desired perfection....A mind back and forth in misdirection....Not everything to adore....Feelings like this keep my heart tore....In my mind is where I get caught....Mind trapped in ruminating thoughts....Days like these feel like the end....Like driving and missing the turn at the bend...All I need is to give myself a chance....I don't want these feelings to be my final dance...... :(:
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