a clustered mind is not a benefical one
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i am being chocked mentally
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thought flow through my head
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like a verbose raging river
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tambling four word phrases
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jumping from noun to noun
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i yearn to live for a a person
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that can make me feel like pious
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but instead i am shattered by irreverence
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i want someone who allows themselves
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to live without margins
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to be bereaved
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nights turn into days
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and i can only remember my dreams
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they seem existent
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creating the smell of perfume
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the fumes turn into a plague
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overbearing my senses
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with some imaginary woman
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who fucks me from hello
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when i open my eyes
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i see a reflection of myself
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lost and motionless
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Pious
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| A Life Once Lost |
