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Clutter Brain

my clutter brain

I say my,

comatose state of mine

squeak, squeak, squeak

fining my words to speak

nothing but cries,

cries of many trying to escape

a child born not knowing

grow, my sweets, grow

only to be smashed by hate

grow, my friend, grow

only to be buried by lies

this chain, of this horrifying illness

on this railroad track being smashed by hate

in the grave over and over being buried by lies

it must end, it must.

it ends with you. it ends with me.

melz1108


melz1108 melz1108 26-30, F Jan 31, 2011

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