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IP:
Sometimes the mind may shed the warmth...
Or may relinquish to darkness...
Various days are brighter than others...
While spontaneous moments are darker from another....
Maybe the cup is my brother?
Long gone, lost and alone...
His mind dethroned, throwed to the depths below...
Constantly fighting off inner-made enemies and foe's...
Attackin him slow...
The coldness is bitter, the humidty is splendor
What might these passageways render?
Emotions mix, concealed hopelessy in psychological blenders
But my roots are there... deeper than follicles of my hair..
Will i be there?... When my brother is searchin for help..
Or will i dare?...When he needs help to comfort himself?
Im more lost now, more lost now.......more....lost now.
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