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  
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