battling a war with myself everyday
i stop and re-evaluate
theres this dark hole in my mind
where you smother all my sane thoughts
at first it was comforting
then it just became something within reach
...it had a rhyme, it had a reason.
but now it just lurks there.
like a damsel in distress
waiting for prince charming
oh wait, thats me.
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sometimes I wonder if Prince Charming even exists...
Might I just add, you have a way with words, very talented.
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