January 7th, 2019
All I do is love
And I can’t make that end
I’ve always been like this
Love’s the root of my descend
So here I am on my downward spiral
Because my mind won’t stop playing tricks
I never know what problem is real
When my mind is stuck in a matrix
My past plays on repeat
And I react the same way
So they call me insane
But am I more than I portray?
You should think of writing a book on poems. I love you!
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