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Sometimes I think in fragments
Each thought lost falling through my fingers like sand
I lay sideways,
And my mind lacking cohesiveness seeps from my skull
Is it the blue pills?
Is my mind holding over capacity?
Closing my eyes in the dark yields black mixed with neon colors and occasional flashes of light.
goodnight.

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[satanicharisma]

Sometimes I'm afraid of bursting at the seams, too.

But don't despair.

I miss your banter.

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I have winter break coming up, so we shall have epic conversations!