This is It

Thu, 03/24/2016 - 14:51 -- ebtwob

I start to lose my mind In persistent time, MyWires intertwined, non vine I'm going 9 more.Mentally disturbed,I'mMentally 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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