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UntitledPartTwo (Free verse) by click64
Itâs like a tangle of Roses.
The problem is complicated.
And if I try to unravel it, I get hurt.
Motivation is what I need,
Some driving force,
Something to look forward to,
Something to rely on.
I wish I could click my fingers,
And disappear to another place.
If I had kept my mouth shut.
Suffered alone, in the dark.
I wouldnât of risked losing everything.
All the things I tried hard to keep close,
All I did was cause others pain.
I know what I am,
But do you? Do you want to know?
Who can I trust? I trust the wrong people who I canât trust.
And the people I can trust, I donât.
Why is life so tortuous?
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