"My Mind was my Own Cult"
Being fooled by Satan's lies by his own devise his own charm
My mind is like branches trying to stay strong ,but break like the vines and fall to the ground on solid concrete with no one around
My Mind is my own cult where I stay hidden from the world and lose myself in darkness like an cave with an unknown location in an mysterious mystery like an novel where I only know the plot

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Excellent write.
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@love_supreme Thanks I love coming up with new poems and having control over them
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Dope
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Thanks I always try to make my poems dope :)
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