What in silent minds do wonder? Within what plain, Answers fear to dwell? What miracle imparted? Found in ones own Hell. Lost inside your own mind. Not letting anyone in.Within ones self confined. Tell me where do we begin?
Brused skin and needle pricks. Stitches, tubes, and bandaids. Once again, nothing slick.Which Ludes part now played. And in the haze Buzz dazed confusion. What is real? What is illusion? And what is left to be said? Is there only pain ahead? Are we left here on the edge?
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