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*Loud thougts make my head hurt. I can't hear things around me. There is so much its like dirt on Earth. Adding more is just a fee.* It's deafening. *But, You help by freeing Me from the thoughts that cut Deep in my head.* It's clearing. *The thoughts are dead, For now...*
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
You Help
*Loud thougts make my head hurt. I can't hear things around me. There is so much its like dirt on Earth. Adding more is just a fee.* It's deafening. *But, You help by freeing Me from the thoughts that cut Deep in my head.* It's clearing. *The thoughts are dead, For now...*
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
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