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| cresentwhench |
I was to write a poem, but I couldn't think of one. My mind was busy, and my pen to heavy of one. I may remember it later, in which I fear the worst Too busy too busy My mind will burst. |
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| mon | have_you_seen_this_word | 030903 |
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| pipedream |
a mind too full of thoughts that swim and sink and float on the surface feels heavy feels busy keeps you tied up in yourself until people start asking if you feel well- and you say why yes, i do and fall back into your head again |
030903 |