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Come, I beseech thee, please take stroll with me Let us laugh and be jolly, as we mask what is beneath- The persona, the smile, simply illusion Truly residing in the state of Confusion Scouring my talents, trying to find an outlet Finding nothing, descending into debt Twist and turns, my mind is a crowded maze I write to unload, to make it through the days I force this pen to bleed the words my mouth can’t speak Help me put to paper the pain my mind can’t ease An immortal engravement of infinite sorrow These thought’s will live on—‘morrow to ‘morrow— |