A mind clouded with many myriad thoughts, stirring an innocuous mind, leading to confusion.

But then you have love to steer your perturb heart to the shore, provided you can look beyond your yore and see the love that beacons you.

Alas, many fail to see that sign, for they are shackled by an ostensible world, a spread set by illusionist and a vulnerable trap you often find your soul entangled in. Overtime you become used to the fetters and ignore listening to the signals that often beeps amidst the noise your mind is shrouded with. And once you give up you parish.

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