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Cause

they love the symptom

hate the cause

open the windows

close all the doors

lock up your heart strings

drive yourself insane

what is the point in having a brain

when its easier to look away?

Wake up in the middle of the night

darkness is easy if you don't know the light

The intelligent are in their graves

where they themselves laid

sadness kills them before age

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anndersen-fremin
American
Published
Jun 29, 2014
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From The Green Book 2013-14

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