Out of balance
Out of key
Lost my sense
Of what I need
Out of sync
Out of sight
I've been tasked
With saving my own life
Out of strength
Out of strategies
Haunted by
My own memories.
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Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Поэзия{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
