wicked games

At last, in solitude
Sitting there, silenced
In the dark
Letting the very thoughts I escaped invade my mind
Clutter me with consciousness
At this hour, nothing is hidden
I let it be
My wicked hours
A one on one with my cryptic intellect
Amidst this time I come out most liberated
Through struggles I experience
Through experience I learn
Through lessons I achieve
Shedding my innocent and naive past self
I lust over this new me

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