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Thoughts of a Fuss-pot
I connect dots which aren't connected
I weave webs of thoughts so haunted
Creepy voices come from my head
'Will you kill or shall we call you dead?'

My room has become a hell of fear
No entering without shedding a tear
The saints said, Be calm at all times
Honey, calmness is not a feature in my device

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