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Who can relate to the kind of memories in the realms inside my mind
when they're so far-fetched like Christmas elves at Santa's side
beyond a conscious reach they dwell and among delusions they do hide
but in retrospect its just deviation I might say, despite
the ride of chaos they deliver like harshly judged sinners
who will need more than a map to navigate Hell's hills, in turn
or burn to a fiery fate like the sensations of my soul upon my wake
which feels hopeless and cursed even at the start of a brand new day.
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Author:
Mister V (
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