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Mar 2015
Unravelling into nothing
Dreams and thoughts clouding my vision

Losing my sense of being
Can't seem to make any decisions

laying death-like in bed
While the world spins around on its axis

Pain scathing my head
Loneliness taking its taxes


"if you can dream and not make dreams your master, or think but not make thoughts your aim"
ramblings of an insomniac
(quote off famous poem 'if')
Written by
Arth  Sydney
(Sydney)   
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     Brandy Nicole
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