Feb 2015
My mind speaks to me as if it was once alive,
walking on cold tracks,
and waiting to die.
Though, I always speak back
"GET OFF THE TRACK!"
My mind never listens to me.
walking on cold tracks,
and waiting to die.
Though, I always speak back
"GET OFF THE TRACK!"
My mind never listens to me.
(West Virginia)
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