Confusion:


Diseased thoughts, miserable tendencies,
Not quite fulfilled, but enough to play a part.
The act of indecency, the self-centered corruption,
Not quite exquisite, but near perfection.
To be dismantled, deranged from society,
Not quite indulging, but continuously discrepant.
Fear of deciding, bewildered, often perplexed,
Not quite honorable, but dysfunctionally intolerable. -

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