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Queen of Mine
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I know she is not perfect. | Nobody is, but to me she comes close. She could be a Queen or a Goddess, if she chose to be. I would do anything for her. I would buy her the world. I would make world peace. I would be as a servent admiring and loving my Queen. I will love her to my death. No matter what she thinks or feels of me. For, I know only what I feel. To her whom I love, I wish the world to be kind to her. For she is whom I love.
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Probes of Insanity
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Help me, | I am being probed by people, their minds and myself. What am I to do? Who can I talk to? Everywhere, I go my mind is being probed; Probed by the probes of insanity. I try and to talk to someone, but instead they try and figure me out. They instantly think, I am trying to do wrong, but they are blinded by the TV and their eyes. They don't seem to comprehend their judgementalness, and aren't willing to give me a chance. Their minds are imbedded in the tube, and their tuning me out. So, I can't talk to anyone without, being probed like a dummy because. Everywhere, I go my mind is being probed, Probed by the probes of insanity. Headed to my home take a look in the mirror. My reflection begins poking at my mind. What the Hell is going on? My very own reversed self wants to probe me as well. I realize there is no escape from them. No escape from the probes; The Probes of Insanity. I open the drawer, take the blood seated gun. Point it to the Temple. {Bang} Laying in the Red River. Oh what a disgrace. They read the black and white; and say I told you so Yet they don't know why and don't even care because Everywhere I went, My mind was being probed; Probed by the probes of Insanity. Clickon the first click to advance.
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