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Crickle n crackle. The walls are caving in. Crumble n cobble. My head begins to wobble. 4 corners of a room Created in doom    Makes me wonder, am I on shrooms.          ******* and shriek   cringle and shingle I began to chuckle at my knees buckle   what day of the week I have become so utterly bleak this will be my meek.
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
why are the walls caving in
Crickle n crackle. The walls are caving in. Crumble n cobble. My head begins to wobble. 4 corners of a room Created in doom    Makes me wonder, am I on shrooms.          ******* and shriek   cringle and shingle I began to chuckle at my knees buckle   what day of the week I have become so utterly bleak this will be my meek.
my pea brain sized doesn't have an explanation on what this about. a simple being losing there self awareness, dementia, weird diseases the make you go ill and grow green moss from your ears? loss of mind (any advise will be taken greatly)
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
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