Why do you hold what you are thinking?
I know you are no blank canvas of a man.
You deny your lusty tastelessness.
Something must fill the void.
I am no fool.
Man cannot live without thoughts.
They fill every moment,
and those who refuse to say this,
battle being conscious.
Still you ignore the truth.
After and again I continue the fight
to pull you away from your secrets.
I know you are thinking the wrong thing today.
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