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Rambling bloods babble, I recoil
Unaware of my surrounding
Chaotic fire, my neuron noodles boil
A million pings, my drums ring.

The rage builds up, deep depression
Red burning pain, salt sprinkles
Gasping for breath, a neuro-recession
Loneliness, heart-breaks twinkle.

Miles, I see no-one, barren sand
Cold wounds burn my hectic heart
A bomb awaiting explosion, I stand
Angry birds nest my brain, it hurt.

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