Constant drama,
chitter chatter,
your mind flutters
persistants makes your mind fatter,
not liking what you hear turns your mind into the gutter,
all the love you give,
the peacefulness of your soul
wanting to live,
give happiness,
but you trade it for drama.
reality is pure
so obscure,
listening to yourself,
loving the moment,
I pride myself,
on drama,
constant drama
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