I cannot comprehend anything
Nothing makes sense
The numbers say different combinations now
Some would say I'm losing my mind
But I'd argue I'm already past that point
It's hard to breath when your body forgets how to function properly
It's hard to say whether or not I'm going to get through this
My mind says one thing while my soul says that I'm gone
The days are dwindling down and I can't remember what month it is
I know I'm paranoid
I know they've been talking about me
I can sense the pity from your soul
It leaks out of your essence and fills up my cracking life
I can tell you its hard to read the scripts
My mind sees one thing and then I stare blankly waiting for it to be right
My time is running low and my patience has destroyed my sanity of going through the motions
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I see 119...
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PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
