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Dont mind me.

Can you even imagine being knocked for every thought or idea that enters your mind?    

Maybe I'm losing my mind.  
I cannot see straight, straight lines.
The words, letters and sentences combine.  

A soft smoke, a deep inhale...
The dry, musky air, quiet and stale.

Am I losing my mind?
It only gets more difficult to cope,
I have no motivation or hope...
Maybe there's an easier getaway than dope...

I'm losing my mind.
Where is God? His tender touch, so sweet and kind.
I live face down, at the bottom of the Earth.

Can I start over?
God if you hear me, please grant me rebirth.
Written by QueenSophia
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