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Some days i get trapped In my own head. I might Stay there for a while, and relish On the fact that my insanity Can run rampant and my Conscious decisions cannot combat The thick cloud of confusion. I think so much that thinking Is now obsolete. When I don't have A soul to speak to, I engulf myself With willful depression. A mental cocoon to protect My butterfly, even if it has no wings. But that's only on some days...
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
Some days
Some days i get trapped In my own head. I might Stay there for a while, and relish On the fact that my insanity Can run rampant and my Conscious decisions cannot combat The thick cloud of confusion. I think so much that thinking Is now obsolete. When I don't have A soul to speak to, I engulf myself With willful depression. A mental cocoon to protect My butterfly, even if it has no wings. But that's only on some days...
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
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