Nines To Mine Comments

Waking by the peace of sleep, walking through my nightmares.Dreaming when the sun shines on my face, endless by forever screaming.Walls made of clay, closing in, trapped by what makes nothing seems to be the fake of day. Who makes sense when senseless is the price i have to pay, that does not mean i have to stay. Single is my mind by time, secondly to the line where first begins to end the race and finish always last.I do not linger by the pointing of my fingers,
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