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Jan 2014
Long and low
Are the moans of insanity
Resonating through the barren corridors of my mind
Beckoning me to join in its parade of madness
Being alone with only me, myself, and I
I have lost all track of time

Immeshed by the truths of reality
Insanity promises to release me from my sorrows
Insanity is to cure me of my sadness
Insanity is infectious
Spreading far and wide throughout my mind
Beautiful and comforting
Are the moans of insanity
Written by
Kevin
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