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My thoughts don’t just race
they crash together like high speed trains
And the explosions burn me
As memories and fears overwhelm
Any possibility of self control
And my thoughts battle for power;
predators circling a wounded soul
each seeking to tear a piece
of this bleeding heart and devour
the last shreds of love and hope
My thoughts inevitably turn
to the forbidden recesses
of the most painful reminisces
And my thoughts don’t just race
they are precipices on which I teeter
There’s no way to go but down
Please be there to catch me.

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