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Crazy

Have you ever written so clever that who so ever read your pleasure thought it treasure beyond any measure. This is the writers very goal to give the reader a peace of his soul because he cannot be whole until his story he's told so let his story take hold his story line gold a story so bold with a woman so cold, a story so old that will never grow old even if it is told again over ten fold, because everyone has done the dance of a doomed romance when all you wanted was a chance, at her heart, but she only gave you her pants, that might seem funny at a glance, but think about it when you get the chance, it's a story all can relate, a dance and a love that did not reciprocate, and I did not anticipate that my fate at the gate of transition,walk through and got a burst of ambition letting go old superstition giving a listen to the cosmos because who knows, as time goes and I grow I may blow into a name that all knows and ya'll will come to my shows to watch me work my craft as I make my audience laugh as I tell stories of when I was daft and I wan't half this man and I can't understand how I ended up hear, all I remember was fear and a road not so clear and no sound I could hear above the buzzing in my head which must have led to a path less fed as the Chesire cat said, you'd look more comfortable in bed, but I can't go without my meds to quiet these voices inside my head. That's when the Mad Hatter came to me and said hush little baby and maybe just maybe you'll get through this crazy, because we are all mad here so imagine no fear no loss of that which is dear and suddenly your mind will clear and once again you will hear sanity calling back to you, soft at first, but you will feel the thirst growing as the oompa loompas keep rowing and to your eyes these demons showing, and you will ask them to keep rowing faster and faster so you might escape the mental envirodisaster and you might leave here a master of your self, your mental and emotional health, knowing that in these things are great wealth. Shit, where did that come from, oh great, I'm done so here my mind goes dumb....
Written by Rhidle (Roger)
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