Guilt closed your door!
Confusion is your core!
Breathe the breath of your own!
So wrapped, creating the clone.
Live the life that you’ve so created.
Continuing, exasperation will be fated.
Perfection exist in one’s mind.
Conditions puts on loves, keep you blind…
Whatever-
my doubts are gone.
Finality,
I’m bored with it.
I yawn!! …
Ellie