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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I look at the world through my lazy eye, It's more unfocused than it seems, I cross my heart and hope to die, My life is higher than my dreams. I pick and scratch to urge my brain, To separate whats real and not, I push away the bleak mundane, And ignore the things my mind's forgot. I'm soaring through the empty place, My cerebellum's long since gone, It packed its things into a case, And moved on, to perhaps Milan. It melted like a dinner mint, Resting gently on your tongue. "She lost her mind", the paper's print. "She lost her mind so very young" But I just smile with crooked thoughts, The kind of thoughts I can't quite grasp My sense of logic's tied in knots, My head free falls, I lost my clasp. I break the laws of space and time, Descending downward through dimensions. My body shifts into a slime, And relaxes, free of tension. I start to hyperventilate, A nauseous wave crashed into fear, I wish that I could self-sedate. Just to escape from what was here. All at once, the terror ends, The spinning room comes to a halt, It stopped, the loops and twists and bends, Free at last, from the assault. The cavity inside my head, As dark and empty as the night, Collapsed onto itself and fed, Off nothing but its own insight. The inactivity of thoughts, Amassed into its own black hole. It's worse for your brain than blood clots, Or selling out your very soul. I rub and blink my weary eyes, With new found knowledge of my own. To live unwell or live unwise, Is to live a life that's blown.
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