Dead man walking.
Little boy singing.
Nocturnal awakenings.
Wind whispering.
Me wistfully thinking.
Sometimes, it seems as if my mind has a mind of its own. A mind that I do not own. A mind that is not mine.
To lose your mind is a terrible thing. To know you are losing your mind is even worse.
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