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Jan 2015
And what's the point?
What can I really do about anything?
I'm officially broken
But I have to pretend I'm full.
My cage is my own trechrous mind
and my cries are drowned out In the rambles around me.
I am insignificant.
I am unimportant.
I am nothing.

Mysterious Mind
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Mysterious Mind
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