Question marks

In my head

My mouth cried

And my eyes bled



I streched my thoughts

Put them on the rack

In a mind so dark

It's almost black



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These distorted, contorted

Ideas of mine

Are telling me something

I think it's a sign



Hidden meanings

Found deep within

Brought fourth

With the tip of a pen



Then all these thoughts

Are on display

Part of my lifetime

Strategy



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