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I'm a never ending thought machine
I am a mess of words jumbled into rubbish
Squiggly lines blurred together
A ghost haunting its own subliminal
Torturing myself for my own sanity
Starting fires in my mind
Watching the embers disappear into the sky
I am a mess of my own making
Only the rain can wash away my pain
And even then, I trickle down the drain.
Day one.
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