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The hum of the fan plays my mind, illusions of you, delusions of me. Memories I want to un-remember, caution that should not have been thrown to the wind. My mind is blank sometimes, then it's on fire. Nightmares are gasoline, sleep is unattainable. But the hum of the fan plays my mind, lulls me to a waking sleep. Hallucinations seem all to real, voices yet to come. No help, no help, a fight that's better fought alone. Still the hum of the fan plays my mind.
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
The Fours and a Three
The hum of the fan plays my mind, illusions of you, delusions of me. Memories I want to un-remember, caution that should not have been thrown to the wind. My mind is blank sometimes, then it's on fire. Nightmares are gasoline, sleep is unattainable. But the hum of the fan plays my mind, lulls me to a waking sleep. Hallucinations seem all to real, voices yet to come. No help, no help, a fight that's better fought alone. Still the hum of the fan plays my mind.
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
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