May 6, 2009
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What is it I'm feeling?
This ever present pain
This horrible feeling
Of always insane
Mentality gone
Always see rain
Always the same
Well I'm getting sick of this game
That my mind is playing with me
I'm ending it here
I'll look inside and I'll see
I'll see the lies that are forming
The suspicions are blind
I'll look inside and I'll find
The meanign of truth
The real images of my day
The things my mind refuses to see
Are the things the paranoia hides From me

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