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- The night blackened in my eyes,
- I thought of him real but just a disguise.
The face was worn during the lie,
- Was unknown to me at my young time.
- Where is the truth of anything he shows?
- My mind is wondering, there it goes,
- Going somewhere but no one knows.
It was said,
My mind read,
No grip to tread,
It's written and dead.
Finally free to live my life,
Never thought of using the knife.
I'm not one to inflict pain,
My mind won't gain cause he forced the strain.
Now that these thoughts are off the chest
I'll go on living this mental mess,
Inside I know I connect best.
It was said,
My mind read,
No grip to tread,
It's written and dead.
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I still show respect to the one who has lied,
If I don't I'd feel sorry when he died.
Soon I will confront him to finally confess,
He will tell and get it off of his chest.
Now that these thoughts are off the chest
I'll go on living this mental mess,
Inside I know I connect best.
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