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It's always growing Collecting dust This mountain of thoughts Harboring rust. Omitting a dark reflection I can't help but stare To ominous to wonder How many might be there. Unfocused, unkempt Far to entangled to muse This mountain of thoughts Has left me confused Too soon had I lost Controll of it all This mountain of thoughts Needs to withdrawal. Bleed out and purge Alleviate the Pain This mountain of thoughts To much for my brain
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
BrAiN pAiN
It's always growing Collecting dust This mountain of thoughts Harboring rust. Omitting a dark reflection I can't help but stare To ominous to wonder How many might be there. Unfocused, unkempt Far to entangled to muse This mountain of thoughts Has left me confused Too soon had I lost Controll of it all This mountain of thoughts Needs to withdrawal. Bleed out and purge Alleviate the Pain This mountain of thoughts To much for my brain
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
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