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Running through my veins
A quickened pace of curiousity, wonderment,and Disease
Whatever you may please
What's the diagnosis doctor?
Is it split personality, or is it the miserable human condition of birth?
Mistakes, mess ups, unadulterated thoughts
That lead to the seven deadly, all caught.
Everyone's an ocean drowning, a flower wilting,
A forest burning
Their shrieks are exploding, clear and loud,
But they'll feel better if they turn themselves into a cloud.
words by Maggie
some more...
Ear opens
Buds expands
Mouth shuts
Man demands
Hush sounds
Mute words
Womb holds
Then Happens Birth
Goals planned
Mice confess
Heads nod
All's a me