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Thinking
So suppose things could be different, I’ll ruminate about it for forever. So many questions, so many leeches stuck to my thoughts – maybe that’s why I can’t find the answers through the memories my mind gives. If I just think more, I’ll be able to find them, if I just think more maybe I can understand.
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Dark
Not talking to myself, you know they’re there, whispering in the crooked, croaked, cabinet they call my mind.
Total silence is hard to find, no visuals ever enter my mind. It’s just black, and I’ve always been afraid of the dark.
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