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Numbness within this clouded mind,
a soft whimper of thought trying to push through,
but the fog of numbness is too thick,
suffocating ideas,
killing passion,
trying as best as possible,
to form coherent thought,
but unable to,
searching,
into the depth of the brain,
but only surface thought exist,
a vague mentioned of logic,
washed away by a wave of tiredness,

a glimpse here,
a glimpse there,
a shadow here,
a shadow there,
a flicker of phantom,
an idea,
but numbness seized,
lost the grasp of focus,
a haze of static thought appears,
shouting at coherent thought,
drowning it with inanities,
only obscene unstructuredness exist,

within the depth of the mind,
it seeks control,
the chaos that is shards of half forms thought,