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Once I found myself restless, lost in thought,
Unproductive as all hell, paralyzed from the stuff,
At first I thought it was the waist down but now it might be the neck up.
It's crazy what efforts it takes to make a thought consumed brain move,
Like half Frozen ice it might stir but it never really does move.
A couple more layers in my skin might actually be smooth.
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