Truth In Abundant Lies

I keep this query on my mental in a state of deprivate
Of unknown to any the appreciate I keep sedate

Overwhelmed with the inevitable tormentuous
Creation becomes from all the presumptuous

Nay I seek out an idea nary a possibility
Wonders when it turned into sureality

Eyes kept wide open shut from certain ear
Finality brings forth a truth of lies needed here

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If I am expressing how I feel maybe one day it will prove to help a soul attending to this their real