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Feb 2014
But first, I need to find a place.

A place where my mind doesn’t race.

For my thoughts make my head a cluttered space.

From manic emotions to things I need to ace.

The overuse of cognition causes my mind to pick up pace.

I wear and tear.

They can see it in my face.

So I figured, my search for this place, is enough work.
By Autumn Angel
Autumn Angel
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Autumn Angel  Maryland
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