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I hear people say these words, only every now and then. But they haunt me, because i know they're true. "Of all the things i've lost.. I miss my mind the most." So i go searching at night through the doors and windows. Wandering. Lost. Betrayed. Cold.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
Where is my mind?
I hear people say these words, only every now and then. But they haunt me, because i know they're true. "Of all the things i've lost.. I miss my mind the most." So i go searching at night through the doors and windows. Wandering. Lost. Betrayed. Cold.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
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