Where do I go from here?
My life is hanging on an unbalanced string,
My world is teetering on the edge of nothing.
You are my temporary relief,
But all I get from you is confusing beliefs.
Twisted memories of how things should be,
Beauties staring into mirrors,
And reflected back as beasts.
I'm stuck in the middle,
The raper of innocence,
The destroyer of good,
And I'm struggling to climb,
This mountain of my own design.
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