mental instability
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The mind, my mind, is a melting pot.
I add and add stuff and singing
Baggage and things.
The pot can only hold so much,
Not enough it seems.
People dump their stuff inside
"I'm melting in your gentle arms
This is the sweetest form of harm.
Please hold me closer; your light is soothing
I'm lost in space, although not moving
And when I die, don't let me go
From a distance they discussed
The scorns of love and pain of lust
A fire burned within the room
An icy presence ever loomed
But their words were much the same
The ice was glad she over, came
