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Watered Down

My words have dwindled into simple
madness.
Small scribbles on this timeline I've always decorated
With pictures and poems and songs...
Mused over with no conscience
Only mindless escapades in the night.
Too high to feel a thing
Except the sound
Of my inner child dying slowly
Past the point of no return
Written by KittyFromHell
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