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Oct 2018
Your name,
Bounces around in my head
Like a pinball.
My insecurities are the bumpers,
And my overthinking
Becomes the flippers.
I knock you,
Into the walls of sanity
Barely holding on
Yet simultaneously hoping,
Wishing,
For another free ball.
The longer I play
The less the machine lights up.
The powers gone out.
Game over
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Alias  23/M
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