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The Mind Plays Tricks On Itself

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The Mind Plays Tricks on Itself
I fall into my bed
Time to rest
My mind prepares for playtime
A town that is filled with people
The people do not move
Frozen yet they stare at me
With eyes that stare right into my soul
I run, I run as fast as I possibly can
Like propellers on a helicopter
The ground moves
An earthquake of despair tosses me into a sea of regret
I fall
And fall
And Fall
I finally land and see her face
The woman of my dreams
I lean in to kiss her
I awake





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