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It rules your mind,
control is its strongest
weapon,
To froget the present
yet remember the pain
of yesterday.
Regrets within it
"Depression"
A lose, for a two minute
brain alteration, broke,
trying for that unreachable plain,
And as one strains to reach,
to touch that plain,
look about its platform and
observe its captive.
Those who no longer have a soul.
Restless is the mind that is
filled with hallucinations,
weary is the soul filled with
terror.
no rest shall one have when the
body is worn and battered, for escape
is not within the reach of those who
Float upon the White Cloud.
