Unknown

Unknown When I'm lost,I pay the cost.Of being alone,Of something I've done wrong.Unknown to this situation,Is the complex alienation of others,Yes, even my own blood brothers.Sometimes, I seem rude,Unknown to me is the content of my passion,Help me discover this unknown action.Sometimes I feel as I am a god,A desire to help, the pleasure to destroy,I play with people as a child with a toy.This life I lead is an endless illusion,Where I am in a state of confusion.Yo, I need a friend to put unknown to an end!  

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