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The Mental IllnessBaby, / I / think that
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BetrayalHis Grieved eyes stare down the barrel / Teeth clenched, dressed in flame, she's got a soul to steal. / As faint rays of day trespass
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Chemical EpiphanyFinally, I now know death / Albeit a resurrection / Eight red pills began the dissection
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Dream Free WriteOn the cusp of usurping the dominance of sadness, with a light in the flesh, I fly towards the moon to meet her... / I'm overflowing with light, just at the sight of your star-crossed smile, I think we'll be here for a while, watching time dissolve until this "while" loses meaning, and singing, we wander the cosmos in thought, together... / The problem is in thought and thought alone, only there does creation still carry itself through this dream, only in thought will we remain asleep. To relinquish all fear, will that make us God, or, bring upon a wholly different awakening... Are we still dreaming?
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