Take a skinny dip into the warm psyche. Have a dialog with the strung-out ego. Categorize a few mental meanderings. Enjoy some rhymes if you've got the time. Feel free to leave some confessions of your own.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
"It slipped my mind And for a time I felt completely free
Oh what a troubled, Silent, poor boy A pawn into a queen
I laugh now But later's not so easy I've gotta stop, The will is strong, but the flesh is weak Guess that's it I've made my bed, I'm lying in it"
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