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my fucked up head Nothing but words...with no rhyme or science of time...all thrown, all diced....
No meaning or No time to make sense of this ... of that...
Words with no meaning come my way ... they settle and hold on till your ready....
Ready for the day when you get to reevaluate today maybe even yesterday because of the endless possibilities that may come your way...to change tomorrow...maybe even today...
Not holding my breath the outcome that may never come to satisfy me...may just be the answer you have been looking for since that end of life as you have known it vanished from time ...
Leaving behind nothing...just words of no rhyme, with no time to science the posibilities of today of maybe even of tomorrow...but never of yesterday...maybe....
