The minutes r fiends. the mind is a pest. the last thing i wanna consider is sleep. the thoughts that persist r those of a cowards. actions contradict the boiling situation and in the silence when all is at peace. i too can have a piece by simply crying to hearts content. it is when all thoughts, feeling, logic r purged and at least tranquility rejions my soul in the stary enchanting nite.
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