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Isolated

System is down I put up a frown I feel every ache Of every part Mind hardly processing I was thinking Complete thoughts Of emptiness Amused, I may be I can’t be happy If I turn around a world Of isolation This thing I can’t pinpoint It’s pulling me down Into greater, deeper depression.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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