'1 WaY 0F Dist0rteD ThinkinG'

   Control fallacies is your way of distorted thought, on the upper side of life, you left me out, hanging at the corner store, between the social disease and 6th St, I wasn't dressed to betray myself, neither to impress the clan's custom fire dance.... My head is to heavy to lay it to bed, it causes a chain reaction, to go straight to the chest, I don't breathe, it makes me get uneasy, cramps in my belly, that tense up my back, thoughts and words invade my mind, making replayed memories that crush my sight, to intense for everyone to know me, to lightly spoken to be remembered, I crash into burdens like I can make them better...
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