Shouldn't

Cathartic eclampsia

So much labor

Works into the day

my piece of mind 

In pieces

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Non-conformance 

With the better sense

My pride won't yield 

To the impending correction

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I suffer not from depression

Rather, angression

Regression

Dysthmiac Infarction

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Its not a lost cause

To stroll atop the waves

Tie me to this ship

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Grant the mercy of amnesia

To all I know

Be it equal that I had never known

Anything

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Right now, I am a bitter cup of sea water

And puke

Distill out of me what is fresh

That way you don't die

After the division seeps into you too

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We'd carve the crystals off your tongue

Fetching a premium  for its salt

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May the leech balance my humors

And my boils be lanced to excrete the filth

Yes, tear the disease out of me if you would

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Enable my crippled mind 

To focus on the mundane again

I am a student

And learning is what I know

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Though my countenance is fallen

And my eyes disclose a milky burden

Waste no time

I've done enough

I am ready, say the Word