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My head is sore From dreaming with my eyes open And floating without leaving the ground My nose is numb Often it snows, blue and white Trying to erase mistakes burned inside my mind, but it melts too quickly My throat is singed From stress-causing stress relievers And paranoia-producing mental sedatives  My stomach aches From trying to find myself But becoming more lost than I have ever been in the process Reality escapes have become reality And life has become the terrifying emptiness occurring when I am too broke to fake-forget my feelings
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
White Lines and Red Eyes
My head is sore From dreaming with my eyes open And floating without leaving the ground My nose is numb Often it snows, blue and white Trying to erase mistakes burned inside my mind, but it melts too quickly My throat is singed From stress-causing stress relievers And paranoia-producing mental sedatives  My stomach aches From trying to find myself But becoming more lost than I have ever been in the process Reality escapes have become reality And life has become the terrifying emptiness occurring when I am too broke to fake-forget my feelings
mike-taylor
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
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