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this ting  dat im feelin this hive in my mind this singular consciousness of twisted thoughts thoughts of what is wanted and of what can not be had   strangely i hear a bird this obsession of mine of these thoughts in my head im still the odd one out a fifth wheel if you will all of this incessant hurt inside of what i can not express   strangely i feel a feather why can i not see past this singularity this idea this tangled tumultuous event in my mind a sty in my eye i can not seem to pry it out this hive thought this strangely i hear a chirp all of this slow its making me mad and still it stays this unrelenting thing that is selfish at me it plays i want this maddening thing gone away far aways strangely i feel a wing yet this flies not away from me where I cant hear or feel or see this thing that drives at me and maddens to the sickening of me the passion the intensity of this thing I feel and see this thing I want and can not have it slowly to will drive me mad this insatiable feeling to posses the passion it must hold because it makes me feel in me a thing ive never had for me and stirs me how it does how can i hold it back and still see whats right in front of me this thing I want but can not have these feelings that burn inside and wont fly away i must betray i do in word the thing that has a hold on this part of the one of i see...
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 11:36 PM UTC
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this ting  dat im feelin this hive in my mind this singular consciousness of twisted thoughts thoughts of what is wanted and of what can not be had   strangely i hear a bird this obsession of mine of these thoughts in my head im still the odd one out a fifth wheel if you will all of this incessant hurt inside of what i can not express   strangely i feel a feather why can i not see past this singularity this idea this tangled tumultuous event in my mind a sty in my eye i can not seem to pry it out this hive thought this strangely i hear a chirp all of this slow its making me mad and still it stays this unrelenting thing that is selfish at me it plays i want this maddening thing gone away far aways strangely i feel a wing yet this flies not away from me where I cant hear or feel or see this thing that drives at me and maddens to the sickening of me the passion the intensity of this thing I feel and see this thing I want and can not have it slowly to will drive me mad this insatiable feeling to posses the passion it must hold because it makes me feel in me a thing ive never had for me and stirs me how it does how can i hold it back and still see whats right in front of me this thing I want but can not have these feelings that burn inside and wont fly away i must betray i do in word the thing that has a hold on this part of the one of i see...
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 11:36 PM UTC
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