My mind’s in a daze, a fumbled state. I’m trying to solve its maze, so words can flow like a rippling lake; but my creativity is bound, limited to my mistake. There’s more words to say, but this is my only way to exchange pain, so my written flow is all the same. But now I’m tossing that desire and watching it burn in the fire, so my words don’t remain dire, and with this causality my words won’t lack originality, within this continuous write I’ll change the similarity and write something with less familiarity, different even for it to read differently, although I’m sure this topic will be written comparatively nevermore.
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Date Originally Created: March 8th 2023302Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Paa8vGUX7
