In this world of illness,
Where thousands lure.
I found my illness,
In my own cure.
I met my stress
In my dilusions
full my mess
Mess...
...
Mess that I created,
Mess that I thought up,
Mess that I have cherished,
Mess that I have loved,
Mess that I have hated....
Hated...
For never being true...
In this world of hatred,
Where thousands lure.
I witnessed love sacred,
And it made me pure...
@penned.by.sajal
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