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My mental, don`t mess with it. If you do, soon you`ll 
realize what you`ve done and regret it. My mental, don`t 
mess with it. At times it can be deeper than the deepest 
and darker than the darkest. Only if you can retain a grain

of my thoughts will you then be able to get a glimpse of 
me. The infinitiveness of one thought can throw you back 
further than your family tree. Do you still think you can 
handle it. My mental, don`t mess with it. Please do not 
disturb is all I ask. Do not question it, do not try to 
demean it, do not bru*bleep* off like it doesn`t matter 
because it does. This is what I demand, not what I ask of 
you, cause if you do then you`re asking for reckoning. Not 
physically or emotionally, just mentally and only 
momentarilly. You`ll get iteventually and you`ll understand

why it is I`m telling you don`t corrupt it. My mental, 
don`t mess with it. It`ll criple you from the membrane out,

now who looks dumbfound? Can you answer that or are you too

gone to comprehend it. Maybe, maybe not Maybe you`re 
trying. Maybe you`re putting forwth effort to understand or

get to know me before you judge me. I wish you would 
because your life would be better, maybe you`d be able to 
define it. My mental, don`t mess with it. Do you really 
want to go thought for thought, feeling for feeling, 
emotion for motions my mind takes when you challenge it. 
Unreachable, untouchable, undealt with. My mental is not 
something to be fucked with. My mental, don`t mess with 
it.
Posted: 2005-04-26 15:00:36 UTC

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