fear that grows in me, grew to consume me,
Like they say, who say, i dont know,
This day has messed my mind, tattered scattered pill of spill,
a cradle that can shake the death, i look at the mirror to smile,
the walls come by trembling down the street, millions miles and still black blank road,
forver the way i see, the living grey of my mind....
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