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I believe, You're sick.
Comforted you with a soft brick.
Though you deserve a nice kick.
With A chair, up a cliff.
We believed you,
But I guess its not true.
Im such a fool,
For letting you use me as your tool.
Just to fill your imaginary pool.
How long will you drool?
"As long as Im not contented."
Do you even feel contented?
"Its not enough, Im not full."
Looks like we got fooled by a starving cool.
We got you laughing,
everytime you lean.
The most fascinating view you've seen.
Happy?
Satisfied?
Where have you been?
"I was fooling behind the scene."
What a sad ending.
But karma won't fall by the arms of hypnos.
False CAN be true.
Can you sail a boat with boo-boo?
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𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝖉'𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖊 || 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
PoetryDo we have the ability to make whoopee through the path of agony?
