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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Sep 2, 2014

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Lying on the floor
Wrapped in darkness
Dreaming about life
About the past
About the future
Thinking about happiness
About sadness
About love
And about hate
All at once
Clashing together
In the black pit
That is my mind

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wolfgirl2403

Sep 7, 2014

I hate when you are trying to sleep but your brain won't stop thinking about things. CURSE YOU!

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