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Driven by its consumption Altered by its meaning and Frightened by its prevalence. I am in love with my mind Should I think another way Was I meant to think in such delusions Or should I wait to speak from lunacy. Impulsively driven but we all loose logic Passion negating our reasonable mention But now we weep, trapped by degenerative muscles Forced to fight for a sense we once had And the past we used to remember.
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 5:41 AM UTC
Mindless
Driven by its consumption Altered by its meaning and Frightened by its prevalence. I am in love with my mind Should I think another way Was I meant to think in such delusions Or should I wait to speak from lunacy. Impulsively driven but we all loose logic Passion negating our reasonable mention But now we weep, trapped by degenerative muscles Forced to fight for a sense we once had And the past we used to remember.
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 5:41 AM UTC
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