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thoughts, a doodle of a poem
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From the depths of stagnation we still have slumbering beasts
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My nights are filled with fear, and so is
my mind; clogged and confused the machinery is broken. Jammed, stuck on repeat...
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I'm tumbling through confusion.
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Restlessness surreal
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Simple little words, they worm their meaning and hurt, burn, their way through my memory.
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My chassis is being filled with a terror, I can taste it in my bile, it's tearing through my core and choking me with soil.
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Distracted playful insanity twists my words around her.
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Shortened my words spit upon me the acid hatred, forcing a broken rhythm upon me.
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Restless agitation has found shelter in my bones, unhappiness breeds hatred.
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