I walk through my mind in a daze
long live, this shredded maze.
One red balloon rises from my wrist
I'm counting off the days, I'm counting from a list.
Headache.
My eyes tear through this fiction
and every thing's sudden
I feel the life
of this lovely burden.
Burden in my mind
nothing is fake
but once again
another headache.
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