This is It
I start to lose my mind
In persistent time,
My
Wires intertwined, non vine I'm going 9 more.
Mentally disturbed,
I'm
Mentally impaired, impured I surge in my existing purge I'm countin verbs now.
Now I go off the grid, no more.
No more challenges,
No more struggle,
I'm tired, No more.
All I need is a saint to show me some mercy,
Show me grace, show me favor.
All I need is a savior.
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