My mind is broken, it can't be fixed,
scramble eggs with stuff in it mixed.
Broken shelled, leakage of thought,
many times, the peppered dots.
Thought of food, toasted bread,
coffee, tea, juice instead.
Now I'm hungry.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 17th, 2026 17:38
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