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My nose gruffles
The air is thick
I’m feeling dizzy
I’m coughing
Thinking I’m losing my mind
I’m remembering things years ago
Like they’re yesterday
not sure of their proper time frame
It dawns-my hit on the head-but it can’t be
because it doesn’t seem practical
Aaah I’m thinking clear now
it was the mold in the apartment
I hear it takes your brain
Oh I have to fix this
I will
Just a crack in the window
I’m feeling better
I’m thinking clearer
I’m still getting flashes in my life
I can’t line up the times to
Oh that’s right I was hit on the head.
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