Scattered and raw
The pieces do feed crows.
Like the friends in my head
that never want to share.
My intellect torn to selfish jaws
Then left to rot for a better gnaw.
Where is my mind?
The heart doth try to find.
Where is my mind?
This loneliness scream "Try."
I can't find.
no.credits.left.
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