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Jan 2013
I hear people say these words,
only every now and then.

But they haunt me,
because i know they're true.

"Of all the things i've lost..
I miss my mind the most."

So i go searching at night
through the doors and windows.

Wandering.
Lost.
Betrayed.
Cold.
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