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Dec 2014
If I keep wanting it back
I'll never move forward.

But once I've gone numb
its the monster I become.

You can call me a ******.
You can consider me the epitome.

I have my head in the clouds.
But it's you looking down on me.
Nonsense From My Noggin
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Nonsense From My Noggin  Exandria
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