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Nov 2014
There is a manic presences in my head
The maniac lurking in this cuckoos nest
You'd think by now we'd be acquainted
But when it starts creeping in
I begin to fade again

*There is a sane shadow with me here
The string puller; The puppeteer
You'd think by now we'd be integrated
But when it finally reappears
I vanish into thin air
Embrace every part of yourself.Β Β Don't compartmentalize.
Christopher Lowe
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Christopher Lowe  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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