My mind is a place,
Far from rationality.
My mind is game,
Made of insanity.
I’d often wonder,
What the world will be,
How it was made,
And when we’ll be free.
My mind is a personal hell,
Blackmail is its key.
It’s made of black and white,
Where you can never really see.
This writing is short,
But it is true.
My mind is a game,
Is yours the same?
Far from rationality.
My mind is game,
Made of insanity.
I’d often wonder,
What the world will be,
How it was made,
And when we’ll be free.
My mind is a personal hell,
Blackmail is its key.
It’s made of black and white,
Where you can never really see.
This writing is short,
But it is true.
My mind is a game,
Is yours the same?

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