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My life is used, my mind is old.
Happiness refused, this place is cold.
Things in my mind, devouring my time.
Not who I used to be, back for a revisit.
Don’t say bye. Try not to cry.
Stronger in mind, weak at will.
Take me in, but feel left out.
Pleasure to the eye, torture of the mind.
Feeling whole, with a hole in my heart.
Happiness refused, this place is cold.
Things in my mind, devouring my time.
Not who I used to be, back for a revisit.
Don’t say bye. Try not to cry.
Stronger in mind, weak at will.
Take me in, but feel left out.
Pleasure to the eye, torture of the mind.
Feeling whole, with a hole in my heart.
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I don't do much poetry, because it's locked in my mind hidden away from even me.
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