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Feb 2014
There is a hole in my head,
      it's leaking my brains,
    I'm losing my emotions,
I'm going insane,

It's hard to refrain from esoteric occupations,
living in a world of conflicted demonstration.

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  I don't ask for your pity in any rhetorical connotation.
                                                    ­                                                        
  I seek the wisdom....of a questionable generation.
                                                     ­                                                             
To answer questions....so patiently awaiting deliberation.

  But I leave here with no expecting realization,
  As we all can see the sign of mild sleep deprivation.

But it is so much fun to see my brains interpretation.....
Gabriel
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Gabriel  40/M/Mile high
(40/M/Mile high)   
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     ---, r, Trader Tim, --- and Gabriel
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