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Mar 2014
Lay forth.
May your run be fruitful.
I'm taking my imagination
And wrapping it around you.
You.
Me.
I can't fix thee.
Try to find a reason why
you cant open your eyes.
Ignorance is bliss.
But only to the ignorant.
Piece by piece, you break away.
Its sad though.
But you'll find a way.
You are no more than my head.
No more than my mind.
No more than my imagination.
Written by
Brett Atkisson  My mind.
(My mind.)   
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