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Life is funny isn't it?
Days were sunny and warm,
Nights sparkled and everything fit.
Now,
I'm looking for a place.
Mine blew up.
My family was as close as could be.
A never ending whorl,a quick repeating loopcrossed over and underwith fine, fine lines.The whole beingmatted with thick blackglue clinging to skinholding on like a jealous,cranky, scared lover.
I may sound insane,
but the voices I hear are not of a lunatic .
They are of someone suffering of OCD ( Obsession Compulsive Disorder).
"IT NOT CLEAN!"
