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I feel the urge to spaz with the pen and pad
My mentals nearly to the brink of fullness
Overload
Too many things to think about - so I shout
Silently, internally
In a place where no one can hear
I can see clear
For moments when chosen to step out of haze
So I countdown -
How many more times, how many more days
Am I stuck in this lifestyle
Or is this just another phase.....

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