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Pretty much how I feel every day.

Walking through the recesses of my mind

I see the pages of an open book.

I can feel the pain, the hate, despair.

Don’t want to read but I have to look.

I relive memories best forgot,

Feel raw emotions renewed.

I know I should just close the book

But it wont shut since its been viewed.

It’s a constant war inside my head,

A battle I know I cannot win.

I need to break free but can’t work out,

Where the end end’s and the start begins.