Numbers kill you every time

Because I truly belive

Unknowingly we all

Drain our minds of all relitive thoughts

Dumping out the true works of art

You and me were born with, from the start

1 can never fathom what lies beneath the surface of my

2 hemisheres, located inside of my skull, that I smash against

3 keys on my keyboard, hoping for a whisp of idea

0 ideas come out, it scares me it does

0 amount of provoking will allow them to escape  my brain prision

2 good to be true, story ideas were always too good to be true

The End

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