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when they ask me how I feel, RAVING MAD will be my response,-as if my soul were ablaze, my capacity 4 love will far outweigh the rotting black and decayed core within, where I lock away my rage and keep my sorrow, just until 2morrow, ill bury it deep beneath my grey faded skin, with shots of ***** and mass amounts of sin, until then, I try not 2 care, but find myself again..concerned, while the world passes me by and I witness it slowly burn, safe inside my glass box, I watch, raving mad, the clock ticks, time bends and twists but never stops, moments of thought pass in a blazing brilliant blinding flash, allowing myself 2 collapse and crash before the world, and when they ask me how I feel ill respond; raving mad. - L. Thor Pedersen
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
Raving mad
when they ask me how I feel, RAVING MAD will be my response,-as if my soul were ablaze, my capacity 4 love will far outweigh the rotting black and decayed core within, where I lock away my rage and keep my sorrow, just until 2morrow, ill bury it deep beneath my grey faded skin, with shots of ***** and mass amounts of sin, until then, I try not 2 care, but find myself again..concerned, while the world passes me by and I witness it slowly burn, safe inside my glass box, I watch, raving mad, the clock ticks, time bends and twists but never stops, moments of thought pass in a blazing brilliant blinding flash, allowing myself 2 collapse and crash before the world, and when they ask me how I feel ill respond; raving mad. - L. Thor Pedersen
Wrote this all at once, so its crap but I really dont give a **** there it is.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
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