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Burn incense to block out the smell of death and self hate
 that lingers in your room
, as you sit up
 at 3am 
thinking too much
, because your mind is
 never at rest. The musky scent and stuffy atmosphere
, will breakdown your thinking pattern
 and your thoughts leaving you mellowed
 and able to sleep
 for a while… Somedays every feeling and all my thoughts bombard my mind like a hurricane
 Bashing against the walls of my skull wanting to be spilled all over the page
. like ink in a fountain pen. Yet there are days I cannot even think
 of words to say
, when you ask me
 what's on my mind or if I’m okay.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
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Burn incense to block out the smell of death and self hate
 that lingers in your room
, as you sit up
 at 3am 
thinking too much
, because your mind is
 never at rest. The musky scent and stuffy atmosphere
, will breakdown your thinking pattern
 and your thoughts leaving you mellowed
 and able to sleep
 for a while… Somedays every feeling and all my thoughts bombard my mind like a hurricane
 Bashing against the walls of my skull wanting to be spilled all over the page
. like ink in a fountain pen. Yet there are days I cannot even think
 of words to say
, when you ask me
 what's on my mind or if I’m okay.
barelybreathing
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
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