A clustered mind, do you mind?
Paint my lens a certain color so I can see the world from your point of view
Give me a different name to suffer by,
It gets to a point in the stress of life when life stresses you out and you don't bother to ask why...
Be kind to my conscience.. until then...bye
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PoetryPoetry is the TRUTH that tell's Art's lies, which in turn is the LIE that tells the TRUTH.. pieces of you and me relates to the romantic world, the ups and downs, and the expressions the could not come to the surface in the heat.
