Confusion

⋆♱𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱♱⋆

for what I am,

I am not much,

but this is what I know;

a man must pay his debt to live

we all reap what we sow.

 

I cannot sleep here in this place,

I need you by my side.

the worst of it yet

is I'm thinking

that you lied.

 

I write because I can,

and because my own thoughts

confuse me.

 

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