The simplicity of my words scare me
The depth of my emotions cannot scratch the surface
A whirlwind of chosen pieces
Fog my mind
I am a slave to a game
I cannot win
How do I become better
At presenting my passions stronger?
I am weak with the thought of failure
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
The simplicity of my words scare me
The depth of my emotions cannot scratch the surface
A whirlwind of chosen pieces
Fog my mind
I am a slave to a game
I cannot win
How do I become better
At presenting my passions stronger?
I am weak with the thought of failure
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