Missing Mind, by Rachel
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The pill
disapears into my hand
Making changes
In things i understand
Drowsy feelings
Wash over my right of mind
Feeling conscienceness
Leaving me far behind
Trying to distinguish
The difference between right and wrong
Turning pain
Into a lovely song
Ignoring everything
That in the end is bad
Trying to pretend
That i was never sad
So as my mind
Is happily slipping away
I know the
Little pill with stay. |
Posted: 2005-09-16 16:32:01 UTC |
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