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Sanity. Sanity. What is sanity in a world such as this? Pounding on the prison walls of my mind. Never can I know the truth of it all. There are no more lines to be drawn. Lines fade away in the dusty winds of time. But I, I stand and face it. Whipped and beaten, I take it. Longing for the answers I do so desire. Desperately searching for the switch inside my head. Flip a switch into sanity. Or into blissful sleep. Sleep is the world of arrogence, ever soothing in a world of disorienting sanity. But the switch flips once more, waking again to unencombered perplexities. Alone on a crowded open plane. Crying out to sanity. |
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