yellow orb pressing against the veiled sky,
reminding my soul of its burden,
shedding light onto my hidden thoughts.
calling for confusion,
mixing my mind into an upheaval smoothie,
slushing. my skull, its home.
i want clarity,
a lit path within my gloomy realm,
an enlightening consultation with the depths of my twisted insides.
assisted by a surgeon's scalpel,
draw a deep, red line.
look inside.
tell me what i ought to think,
tell my my story.
give me your thoughts
because i dont seem to have my own.
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