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Vibrations turn into eclectic sounds A symphony that plays feebly in the tangles of my clouded mind There are scarce moments in which I can hear clarity Am able to separate the clutter of instruments and settle into my peace most of the time I hear just an overwhelming chaotic unnerving wrenching rattle of noises make it stop My peace comes when I see glimpses of humanity Kindness that comes from a precious resource human selflessness be kind to me I can be your joy
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Joy Rattles
Vibrations turn into eclectic sounds A symphony that plays feebly in the tangles of my clouded mind There are scarce moments in which I can hear clarity Am able to separate the clutter of instruments and settle into my peace most of the time I hear just an overwhelming chaotic unnerving wrenching rattle of noises make it stop My peace comes when I see glimpses of humanity Kindness that comes from a precious resource human selflessness be kind to me I can be your joy
IrrationalDaisies
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
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