What's on my mind?
What's in my heart?
What's on my face?
Questions, to answers I may never find
About life, that's like a piece of modern art
Hiding desperate attempts to find solace
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Ouch that pokes I groggily awoke to the prickly feeling inside me. Rudely awoken if you ask me. Being in the swirly machine always makes...
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