Apr 2017
What to do with this strange mind,
It does not relax it does not unwind,
It is not content until it is fed,
It's craving gets vicious when put to bed.
It does not relax it does not unwind,
It is not content until it is fed,
It's craving gets vicious when put to bed.
(31/F/Ireland)
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