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By Laura
April 23, 2015

Missing are times I wasn't feeling like this
A symphony of monotones inscribed in the bliss
What if the cackling clowns are prophets in disguise?
don't think that I can trust the dreams projected in my eyes

Twisted and unwashed; a soul I cannot clean
Lacing my impurities into the web of the unseen
It plays before my sunburned eyes just like a twisted lulliby
It tells me that this will be the vision when i die

I shut the blinds and lock the door just like i did before 
I hide away today to find the evil ways of war
The darkness that will stay with me into another dynasty
A different face to hide behind, for Laura Dee to never see

I filter out their biased trials and fabricated tribulations
Just to find my spotless mind is full of useless education
Cause I don't have the faculties to harvest any empathy
Just battle scars on weathered thighs that voice the darkest parts of me

This isn't good nor is it bad
It's better than I've ever had
I'm still alive; that much is true
I'm still insane but so are you

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