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Feb 2012
Never-ending,
never-ending,
always there,
ever present,
that one thing.
My little thought.
Tearing,
breaking,
hurting,
destroying.
Buried beneath everything,
always running,
constantly hiding.
An eternity, trapped in my head.
Just that one little thought.
A minute is never-ending,
never-ending.
cellobello
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cellobello
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