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Dec 2015
I keep music loud to silence voices caught on repeat.
And I can't see with all these colors flashing in front of me.
They keep me awake with their constant cries for attention
Fantasy and reality mix together far too easily
A past life tugs at my mind
Telling me how to live the one ahead of me.

12/19/15
Torias
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Torias
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