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Jun 2016
The confusion of my mind is doing it again 2 days in postictal re cooperation, I think Van Gogh would be most fitting
It is a hard state to describe for others that have not been there,my aura is heavy, with only the cold to keep it at bay
The sharp silvers have turned to mud!CRUD,If someone touches me I think will scream?cry? WAIT,hold out a little longer
I go through hell only to see the devil smiling back,grin & bear it they say, never hey,ya wanna play,restless,*****
Feeling it! R.C
wichitarick
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wichitarick  wichita Kansas
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