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My head is buzzing with fantastic ***

It takes away all reason.

So what is the matter now? I ask.

As my life spirals and spins out of control.

The futility of it all,

What is important?

Who really cares?

Round and round I spin,

I spin around like a top.

I feel dizzy, I feel sick,

With nausea of the mind,

The mind is sick.

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Mar 16, 2010
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