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Feb 2014
My mind is spacey, empty, echoey
Sound penetrates my brain,
Reopening hidden doors,
Taking my perception of time
Stealing my brittle grip of reality
Confusion, distortion, surreal
"Same," does not exist
An adventure awaits me within the depths of my insanities subconscious
A lesson is always learned
Along with a story that can never truly be explained
Written by
Aaron Kotz  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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