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My World Is My Own

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How is it I manage to push
The ones that make it close,
Further and further away.
Like pawns in a game of chess,
I’ll pick and choose.
Move you here.
Move you there.
Without a conscious care.
The depths of my mind,
Are scarier than any
Darkness in the sea.
The traps in my heart,
More deadly than any
Venom, more lethal
Than any poison.
My world is my own.
My mind too slippery.
Like a pendulum with immortal momentum,
It will never stop.

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