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Too many nestled mine soul,
not much warm from rigorous cold,
grip loosens uphold,
as when brain stares off into untold
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lying upon hard ground,
writhing to take control of another mental pound;

put me under hypnosis,
create memories of unicorn bliss;
I have a terrible blockage,
an urge to resist,
one may chaulk it up to mine head's hostage
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a severe case of Helsinki Syndrome exhausted.