Insomnia worried state of mind, Has chosen it's remote place, Now I am disturbingly confined, Within the masked face. Destiny has chosen my ultimate destination, Has chosen the spiraling rollercoaster of emotion. Without any forms of inspiring elation. Like some disturbing unnatural enhancing potion. Lacking Knowledge of where my life shall proceed. I stumble within the limits of my rambled conscious. In the arms of doubt I have been carried. Only to find myself lost within my subconscious. Like the refreshing winds of night that fall upon my face, I need rescuing from my own depths of hell within, By a guardian angel with guiding arms to my destinied place. So that the healing of my broken heart may begin.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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