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What to do with this strange mind, It does not relax it does not unwind, It is not content until it is fed, It's craving gets vicious when put to bed.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
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What to do with this strange mind, It does not relax it does not unwind, It is not content until it is fed, It's craving gets vicious when put to bed.
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31/F/Irish
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
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