I need a timeout..
time's gone mad again
no air to breathe
no peace
I dream of silence as if it is a taboo
What has become of my world ?
It is reduced to a dark
dusty closet..
this is not my life.
will it ever be ?..
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"Here lies, a morbidus of certain nutrix kind, expired untimely, though of restless mind, she was, alas, a victim of an artist's life."
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