found myself feigning to be real,
believe I'm pretending to conceal,
how little could one know ones life?
even less do I know mine own strife
asked a fact only I could know,
to not say, I would now have to show,
weak records from which to assess,
so I craft an educated guess
focused on a fading charade,
remaining brainpower working hard,
keeping the trust of my allies,
to do so - I must stand my lies
hexed with an unbreakable curse,
staying here - would only make it worse,
not long before all is forgotten,
mind, memory and past turned rotten
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 6:53 PM UTC
found myself feigning to be real,
believe I'm pretending to conceal,
how little could one know ones life?
even less do I know mine own strife
asked a fact only I could know,
to not say, I would now have to show,
weak records from which to assess,
so I craft an educated guess
focused on a fading charade,
remaining brainpower working hard,
keeping the trust of my allies,
to do so - I must stand my lies
hexed with an unbreakable curse,
staying here - would only make it worse,
not long before all is forgotten,
mind, memory and past turned rotten
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