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May 2017
Musical notes drifting to my brain,
Sedative for my overthinking,
When there's no one left to blame,
Into the music I start sinking,

Voices of song to overpower,
The ones screaming inside,
Tunes continue to play as I cower,
Listening wide-eyed.
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Lost Poet  I don't even know anymore
(I don't even know anymore)   
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