Confusion is something we can put out, It's a tall twisted tale oh horror, Sometimes it makes me scream and shout, But it's something we can't endure. It is this forever ending pit, A torn map to our peace, It has it's own mind, And sharp, cunning wit. It knows when to hit us, And the perfect time to end. You can only make it stop, That's when it'll all depend. When it's over you'll feel great, It's like nothing you ever felt before, Like someone's lifted off a big weight. The sad truth is, It always comes back for more.
Reason for writing:
I'm the one who wrote "One night with love".
Birth sign: Cancer
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