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My thoughts have drifted off again.

Its like my mind has no dead end.

It goes and goes so far away,

But way does it come back each day?

Back to the choas back to the pain,

Back to the cold black life, so plan.

I wish i could go with my mind.

To this place thats so devine.

Without a worry, without a care,

without the cold dark blanket of fear.