I mentally tie your smiles into knots Snickers echo whereas my character rots Idle and innumerous - questions ricochet Inner stability slips further away Detained, entombed, everything in my head Gloom consumes and delight has bled Questions deplete hospitality from me These parasites fail not - they drive me crazy Pen me in an incriminating institution I need not your vain restitution You would inhibit me in restraints Corrupting my mind with taints My mentality wanders, yet it’s barely free I’m sorry you cannot shackle yourself into me I’m sorry I hold too many questions and no replies I’m sorry I exist amongst you’re happy lies Yet, I need not your sanatorium My mind keeps me well benumbed An institution would merely hold one aid for me… This is daft… but… perhaps a lobotomy?
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Birth sign: Taurus
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