the thoughts that cloud my mind... can bring of frightening confusion... distraught beyond repair... stuck in disallusion... so far from where i need to be... its too damn dark for me to see... the buzzards flying over head... circling and circling... waiting for my thoughts to be dead... so then they can feed on all that remains.. or disallusioned dreams... and fullfill the destiny within their own souls... not really knowing what it means... to create their own personality... and to survive their own realities...
Reason for writing:
this is an old i re-posted cipher
Birth sign: Aries
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