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Things are tangled and mixed up in my mind,
As if i'd been in a dryer, all hot and bothered, i can't sit still, Thinking it will all cool down, but it never will, Things aren't that simple, One might even say, when are they ever... As i sit and wonder how my life got so tangled, i can't seem to grasp the reason why i never asked myself this question before, I might never know, The only thing that i do know is that it is my own doing. I have no one to blame but myself, my stupid, ignorant self.. Why did i play in darkness and try to stay clear of the light? Why didn't i express my feelings instead of keeping them hidden from everyone's sight. Maybe its because i don't no my own feelings, i don't know what i'm feeling inside, Just frustration of not knowing what to do next with my meaningless life.
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