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Torment for me

People love to see everyone
As there fervent wannabe.
But being impostor is hard for me
Especially when it left
A vagabond within me,
Vagabond with my thoughts,
Vagabond with my dream.
It’s a torment for me.

It’s a torment for me
To hold a conversation
When the words aren’t enough
Or where words can’t explain
My feelings, my thought.

It’s a torment for me
To hold a conversation
Where Words bite even
Without teeth.
Rather a silent torment.

It’s a torment for me,
Where I have to choose
Between my mind and heart
When both are correct

It’s a torment for me,
To be in a doubt that
Is the person whom I like,
Likes me or not
Rather a silent torment

It’s a torment for me
To walk on the path
Covered with fog,
Without knowing that is
We are going to walk together
Even.

I want it to be forever,
With you, knowing
99% probability is never.

What about other 01%???
And this % of torment
is enough for my dissection.

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