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She was looking deep inside herselfshe was looking for the texturethe taste of her soulShe was trying to find a mazea way to get lost in her mindwhat she found was a padded celland the color whiteHe was her loverthe reason she wantedto be lost in the beginningthe reason she wanted to stay that wayHis voice is what told her the commandsHis voice was that of the devil's advocateShe danced with him in the pale moonlightShe let him hold her tightHe created the grey with in her mindplant the seed to change wrong to rightOh she had fallen in love with the wrong sort of manThis man was no man at allHe went by many namesbut this is the tale of InsanityHe courted her with a simple rosea few fancy talesand what elseonly God knowsShe is nothing but a vegetable nowsimply in love with Insanitysimply in love with the idea of beingcrazyits probably the only thingthat keeps her going in the world
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