Ignore the mind
Too difficult              
To confide
Too much        
Story telling
Misguided intention  
An age old conviction   
Too ill intended       
   Pitiful thoughts  
Plentiful lost
Death toll enthralled
Each skill was killed
No depth            
Nor sound
No gold             
All sold  
Now  
They're teasing me  
I've lost space                    
Came in last place         
Everything stolen
I'm feeling squeezed
I'm losing it        
Mistook it for empathy 
It kept misusing me           
The sweetest of symphonies     
  The smell of fresh failure       
Everything freshly faked  
What a Life                   
A piece of cake    
   Nothing decisive       
Existence is strife
Collecting undeserving data
Nihility is unadulteration  
   The purest form of freedom
No water for family trees    
   No soil for plants or seeds
Too much abused energy   
       To be is transient
Evoking unfulfillment
Provokingly altering
All reality conflicting
A deep sea of dreams  
Why be?            
When being    
Always falls
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Short 
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A poem for me?
Why me? 
I'm not one to be