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Jan 2019
I get confusion.
I used to think the end has to perfect,
So i really have work out during life,
Everything has to be explained,
to others in future
Understand exactly was in my mind
unlike that
life is too ephemeral
My efforts insist on being deep
and I´m fight with my mind.
i just want let it go
everything without the answers
but
I´m paralyzed.
my heartbeat is in my throat.
It´s all about my incompetence.
I have all the tools
and I lost time questioning myself
who am i ?
do i deserve my existence ?

- A.
Written by
Pretend Poetry
185
   Perry
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