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Noah Body


All In My Head It Most Likely Lives


Come what may I can have no friends
Even when the all of this ends

Because bad for all of them am I
Pushing them away is ever nigh

And be for me, I can't take the pain
Tears rolling down like the rain

All is done again building my cave
Ranting now and when done I'll rave

Killing me now, pain so intense
Nothing will every make any sense

Block this one, block them all
Before this edifice begins to fall

Insanity echoing around inside my head
Filling me with a great monstrous dread

Down then up then down one more
Is anyone even keeping score?

Cycles spinning me, no help the pills
Always filled with strange evil ills

All in my head it most likely lives
No clue have I exactly what gives

Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013

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Jan 19,2013

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  • Rookie - 657 Points Unwritten Soul (1/28/2013 1:14:00 AM)

    It is like a circle that spin your thinking around, most of time you go down in O motion like merry go round...just pick one run and go reverse the flow of pain you will remain unstain by hurt or any pain_Soul (Report) Reply

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