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Angry to the point of no return The rambling thoughts begin to overflow Temples pulse, hands shake, tears flood. The world around you has completely shut down As you try to set your mind on
It seems to always start the same way, just like a cycle I might say. The way a bottle slowly fills up, drop by drop reaching the top until it can't take it no longer, it starts to suffocate in its own water,
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