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My heart is home to a plethora of emotions
Constantly swerving me in different directions
Today i care and I'm glad that you are near
Then i can't bear the fact that you are here

Once i set out armed with a sense of purpose
Still i stood lost at a crossroad clueless
of the road goes
Before my gaze the day swiftly went
In the dark i slept on sleeping serpents.

Concurrent stings restored my comatose consciousness
My back was a cesspool of bloodied mess
Some horrid scars i got to earn
Along with the lessons i got to learn

So I'm back again at this life's class
Watching the speakers like a play's cast
Their act's choking leaving me gasping for fresh air
The real question is;why I'm i really here??!!!