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Flies digest my dead thoughts as larva is left to again once feed on the thoughts that weren't totally digested and reverberating inside my skull. My attention is waning and not as coherent as it once was. I just hear an inherent murmur of what died slowly digested within my scalp. Why are my memories of before only faded repetitions of what was fed upon before. My mind is so dark with fluttering wings. "My mind has died and only the flies pick at my thoughts,
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
My Thoughts Are Digested
Flies digest my dead thoughts as larva is left to again once feed on the thoughts that weren't totally digested and reverberating inside my skull. My attention is waning and not as coherent as it once was. I just hear an inherent murmur of what died slowly digested within my scalp. Why are my memories of before only faded repetitions of what was fed upon before. My mind is so dark with fluttering wings. "My mind has died and only the flies pick at my thoughts,
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
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