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Jan 2014
Everyday
The weight machine
Tells me a higher number

I think it's broken
Because surely
My soul is weakening and thinning out

Into nothingness
And doesn't that have a weight?
Or is this feeling inside me
Merely pretend?
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Ink  In my head
(In my head)   
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   tranquil and N0thing
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