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Yes, he's talking to himself Like some twisted cave elf Forgotten from some by gotten year Numbers never really quite random But one the level given a handsome Rambling about some long forgotten year His days spent in silent concentration Perhaps the state of a failing Nation Or perhaps just the constant retro thought If he's caught in his own predicament He'll charm you with heartwarming sentiment Then look just at the nothingness you got Ask me how I would know that this is so With a truthfulness I should know The stories, the secrets, the day being free Magic imagined, fairytales reenacted All my creativity highly interacted How I know is, it's me talking to me
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
He's Talking to Himself
Yes, he's talking to himself Like some twisted cave elf Forgotten from some by gotten year Numbers never really quite random But one the level given a handsome Rambling about some long forgotten year His days spent in silent concentration Perhaps the state of a failing Nation Or perhaps just the constant retro thought If he's caught in his own predicament He'll charm you with heartwarming sentiment Then look just at the nothingness you got Ask me how I would know that this is so With a truthfulness I should know The stories, the secrets, the day being free Magic imagined, fairytales reenacted All my creativity highly interacted How I know is, it's me talking to me
I just love it when the medical community asks, "Do you hear voices!?" My response, while rolling my eyes, "Yes, but they're all my own, thank you very much!"
Dwarfitelf
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
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