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May 2022
I don't believe
I'm being sane
I spent so many times in vain
And the troubles
Keep gaining ground
No one believes the things I found

Feels like
I made another stain
I'm not sure if
I'm feeling pain
Just following predilections
Always trusting precognitions

I'm not sure what
I mean to say
Feels like so much
Has gone away
Forgot to put salt on my wounds
Of course you know
The things I've found
In honor of those who fell trying to get the point across
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  28/M/France
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