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The weight of my sorrows no man can lift,
The size of my heart which is starting to shift.
The heights of anxiety make me manic,
The lengths that I would go to cure these panics.
My emotions are at full capacity,
Trying to decipher happiness’ anatomy.
As my soul harbours in a forlorn dimension,
Waiting for a celestial being's guided ascension.
Wednesday 3rd March 2021 9:03 am
Balloons in the tree
Pass me the toys I'll play with you
lets load the riffle let the bullet go loose!
Who's gonna shoot the balloons in the tree?
Who's gonna pull the knives out of me?
Your little sister now owns your touch
cook for the robots 'cause they fought for us
we'll never let the kite go fly free
we never ever will let you leave
So you've really got it going
...
Saturday 12th November 2011 8:14 pm
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