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September 15, 2014

I want to run, I want to hide

I want to lose, I want to collide

I hate my state of mind

Losing, if only it were so kind

Lost in confusion all around

Lost in silence of no sound

Run to a better place

Run where I have little space

Fighting and yelling everyday

Losing pieces of my in someway

Caught and lost in daze

My mind nothing but a wandering maze

To take the tiny pill

Everything happy is what it will fill

Numb and so unsure

Two pills, that will be the cure