Talking to myself
Day in, day out
Harboring secret doubts
Trying to keep
This identity alive
In a racing mind
What a joke, no hope
No one here gets out alive
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2024 18:32
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Comments1
Cryptic, yet still understood, excellent word play.
Thanks! I like the challenge of trying walk the fine line between being cryptic and being clear and direct.
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