I reign over these feelings of this world,
they are not my own...
I aim toward a different goal,
this place is not my home...
A soothing gesture by my source of
love, joy and peace,
a moving lecture in my mind to tell
me the pain will cease.
I disire so much, I feel selfish that
I ask of such, my heart is soft I cannot stop
I pile up the thoughts..
I meditate,
I suppress my hate,
I cannot even feel,
I talk to much,
I miss your touch,
was it even real?
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