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Cycles

Where is my mind?
Don't tell me it's fine.
I'm sick of all the trying.
Sick of the lying.

There's no sense in hiding
This feeling of being left behind.
Never will I find
Understanding of this kind.

Feeling high
Is clearly not my reason
Or my rhyme
For being here at this time.

Simple things are all I ask for.
My heartfelt words
Are on the floor,
And my Love is out the door.
Written by StarofPleiades (Jake Weigel)
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