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Jan 2013
Mind flying fast as imaginable
No limit to it's cursed quickness
It does not help find an answer
Instead it creates omnipresent questions.

For all my ability to reason and decide
There is no way to sort out this jumble
False realities, impressions, and truths
All block my eyes and lead me wrong.
Written by
Luke Kurkowski
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