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I feel every inch of imperfection My mind constant I need correction Everything falls in an instant In complete delusion I laugh at my mind In utter confusion Who knows what I'll find When I open that journal The demonic words Make me nocturnal
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
Nonsense
I feel every inch of imperfection My mind constant I need correction Everything falls in an instant In complete delusion I laugh at my mind In utter confusion Who knows what I'll find When I open that journal The demonic words Make me nocturnal
JennaLynn
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
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