Stumbling thoughts and bumbling words
Swirling inside and outside of my head
Wrapped up in over-thought and under-used
It's hard to find the meaning
Singing softly or humming loudly
There's room for escape
Like a key within my grasp's reach
I just have to find it
It's shine, you'd think, would make it easy
For all else seems quite dull
But, something must be covering it
How rude
2:46:25 PM 
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