I've been plagued With something vague Yet in my heart I know it's start It's when I lost myself somewhere Capacity to go "else-where" When sadness and confusion reigned Trying to "trick" my brain We all do this, and do it well Survival keeps at bay such hell Wanting always to feel fine With "tricks" we play With our mind No "criticism" in these thoughts Just ventures into each a pot And wondering why too much we see On blasted, mother-F'n T.V. Makes you so you and me so meBirth sign: Pisces
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