Mmm. heart
Weakness, pulchitrudous
Stuck in imagination.
Hope, intelligence
Dreams imprison me
so that I will never be joyful
Never filled with happy..
Crazy, secluded
That's what I am
Yearning for more than to see the flower
Oh, so much more. Can I
run? Should I run? I do not know..
Can I hide? Should I hide?
Indecisiveness runs me so..
Never filled with knowledge..
Twisting and turning
Bleeding and screaming
My eternal melody deep inside
lurks with confusion and hate
Hate to not know the truth
Hate to know that I'm good
Hate to know that I am not in your eyes.
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