The Conflicted;

Soliloquy. Aye, but for whose ears?

Give me a pair of rose-tinted glasses;

Paint me a cheery picture.

Branch, rope or outreached hand;

Save me from this quagmire.

Because it's hard to pick yourself up, when things go awry,
Because it's hard to carry on, feeling what you set out not to;
To be conflicted.

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