Hazy State Of Mind Poem by malorie genoff

Hazy State Of Mind



sometimes i sit and think,
what treasures in this world i most sincerly seek
and as my mind ponders away
i start to feel my soul decay.
while in this hazy state of mind
is when i start to calculate and debate
all the hate and start to question my fait.

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