"I am not perfect,
The daemon on my shoulder
Is always lurking.
Somewhen I win over myself,
That it's all good.
Then again that's not me thinking,
That's the daemon's purpose.
Making me believe,
That doing something wrong
Was worth it.
But all I have to do is focus.
Yes! I already know this.
It makes me feel worthless,
Switching sides is a skill,
from dark to light
Good people, yet bad influence in
Disguise. I see you fake
Trying so hard. Yes, it burns like tonnes of friction, causing wildfires through
My forest like heart.
I guess emotions have become my game. A sanctuary of troubles.
As all phases of life, I shall walk through. Why?
Life is beautiful.
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