Lost ones


Why ask why, my guy,
Or girl, its your world,
Seen things that look like pearls,
But reality they seem to swirl,
Outta control, keep you unbalanced,
We are all challenged,
But some cant manage,
So they seek thos frantic,

  • Authors: Pharoahe (Pseudonym)
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  • Finished: January 9th, 2018 02:00
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
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  • Category: Reflection
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