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I lay here wasting away Waiting for a hand to come down from the sky And lift me to a better place In the meantime I’ll read. Place the book back on it’s shelf It tells of a mind that thinks about itself Knowing myself seems to not help In fact I’d like to become ignorant, knowledge is hell The sanctity of my insanity. I pray for calamity, oh, have I lost my humanity? Off into the ether these words go, affecting who? I don’t know. I should be grateful, but most days I am hateful to a prese...