Maybe We Don't Know Poem by Enoch Eniola
Maybe We Don't Know
In a State Of Confusion
Where everything seems Plain Vold.
And if there's anything left to try (confession)
But no that's something I avoid
I State which ought to be cursed by maybe a conversation.
But to whom do we turn to where everyone appears lost
I feel Should Seek help
But It also fels like I'm lying to myself
Who knows
maybe the Pain's Just Exaggerated
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