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3 am Eyelids are heavy Thoughts are stirring Merging, into new ones Forming something magnificent Chills down my body Feel like hands trying to tickle And my eyelids want to shut I want to exasperate feelings And sleep with a clear mind Thoughts are out of line Or unrealistic like hallucinations I dream of going back in time And fixing many things Making myself into something Something not inferior Something that is not Too diffrent or too the same Critique comes from being An individual, a follower, or a wannabe Meanwhile I'm thinking And trying to create; To create the most beautiful colors That I will see when I die.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
3am; incomprehensible
3 am Eyelids are heavy Thoughts are stirring Merging, into new ones Forming something magnificent Chills down my body Feel like hands trying to tickle And my eyelids want to shut I want to exasperate feelings And sleep with a clear mind Thoughts are out of line Or unrealistic like hallucinations I dream of going back in time And fixing many things Making myself into something Something not inferior Something that is not Too diffrent or too the same Critique comes from being An individual, a follower, or a wannabe Meanwhile I'm thinking And trying to create; To create the most beautiful colors That I will see when I die.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
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