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Stuck

These days my mind confuses me I imagine everyone has it differently But to be stuck inside my own head Is like playing with a mouse that is dead You can contort it in any possible way You can give it all of your energy And it will always dangle, but play along Though clearly it is far and gone

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/20/2012 9:33:00 PM
Wouldn't it be neat to live in another head for awhile. All kinds of possibilities to play with and imagine in this one Laura.
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Date: 7/11/2012 11:22:00 PM
you can make dollars till the grave, a fancy funeral 4 you babe, but what happens when ya dies, upon the eternal judgement side, where you get cursed or blest, decide:) be or not a pest, while alive, karmas sow n reap the test, applied...
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Date: 7/11/2012 5:00:00 AM
...interesting...I like the mouse comparison, it brings out the theme and allows for reflective reading.
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Date: 7/10/2012 11:22:00 PM
hmm.True .It happens sometime.
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