Sometimes i look at my life and think why. Sometimes i wonder why i do the things i do. Sometimes i'm lost with confusion. Inside my own mind its like a endless maze. Just when i have it figured out something new pops up and i start over again i just want it to end the non exsisting answers to the endless stream of questions that seem to be without an end. Sometimes i wonder if there is a lightbat the end of this long dark tunnel or a bottom to what seems like a dark abyss that is my mind. Just wondering thinking when will this confussion come to an end.
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poetry
Poetrythe poem to the girls isn't mine i found it but the rest are of my own
