Sunday, 24 September 2017

About you.

My senses are lulled,
And I start to feel guilt.
Perhaps you are pushing,
As far to the hilt,
As you were born,
Or raised capable.
I take a deep breath,
Let my mind be still.
Then you do,
What you always do.
Live life selfishly.
It's always about you.

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