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Dec 2012
And then it became clear:
I was very good at not getting out of my head.
Ever.
Building thoughts
More complex by the second
Until I was lost in the maze in my head.
Unable to escape from the labyrinth of thoughts
And words
And visions of your face.
Katie Headridge
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