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All About the Mind
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July 2010
One touch and already I'm swimming through the clouds,
coughing up hale and spitting out rain,
enough motive but not enough guts to say much out loud,
loneliness always has it's weaknesses that amount to pain.
Blackbird tried singing while I was stuck one more day in this life,
I would try to just let it be but I can't lie through these tears,
take in my words then spread it like a butter knife,
I'd rather be completely closed then open for personal fears.
Swipe ash and tears off hoping the stain won't remain,
enough marks are left emotionally and footprints left mentally,
the ward would surely consider me considerably insane,
I would slip into a coma just to leave this life accidentally.
