Thought

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I love the way you are inspired as I whisper ideas into your mind,

I love the way you let me invade you sanity with my militia of desire.

You are my puppet, a toy on some strings.

Sometimes I lose sight of my purpose just rambling into a world of

thought desire aspire live,

Thought to Aspire for Desire to Live.

But when I get lost you always find a way,

to put my doomed train back on the tracks.

You are always bringing light to my darkness.

You become more divine and Godly when I give you my all

And in the end you are me

Thought

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