XXIV

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My face feels fuzzy
and I can't make decisions
because my busted brain is rusty.
The shouting in my head
grows like a symphony,
and I begin to ponder
the theory of behaving differently.
I have gone mad again.
I have gone mad.

- To my Grave I Will be Dragged

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