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Seeing it differently

Thoughts all distorted, regular function is aborted.
Vision is blurred, reality being obscured.
Seeing trails in the vastness, you only see the wall, but you must learn to look past this.
Some may say what I'm saying sounds like madness.
So I just tell them I'm Mario trying to get big so please give me room.
Cause I don't want to step on no one after I eat this mushroom.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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