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My head aches in curses known only to man so you dare treat my mind with your trembling hands and now faced with tonics from which I once ran, I comply to the system I never could stand. I submit to your will, for I'm told you know best, laying upon the coffin for my brokenness you put my anguish to rest the finite consumption of what you can't test The judgements you made on the state of my brain only show you're afraid of the sum of my pain
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
Psychiatrist
My head aches in curses known only to man so you dare treat my mind with your trembling hands and now faced with tonics from which I once ran, I comply to the system I never could stand. I submit to your will, for I'm told you know best, laying upon the coffin for my brokenness you put my anguish to rest the finite consumption of what you can't test The judgements you made on the state of my brain only show you're afraid of the sum of my pain
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
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