incorrigible

who would understand,

the maze i have built in my mind,

instead of a dreamland.

it’s not endless, per se,

as it ends with me.

i’m the damsel screaming for help,

i’m the saviour that’s saving herself,

i am a little careless, as they say,

but i don’t listen.

what a mess,

isn’t it, babe?

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I wrote this in a British accent, strangely, if that makes any sense.

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