Explosive

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I need to Explode

I need to Breathe

I need to Kill

To Thrive

To Feed

But only as I look deep into my Mind

I can Stop Myself

Without Ropes

Or Vines

Without Cause

Or Effect

Or Death

Or Erect Thoughts

To keep my Mind at Bay

I can Murder in my Head

And slowly Slip Away

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