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Jan 2019
I'm sick of dragging and sinking.
My head full of excessive thoughts with no way of escape
Because they always come back.
I'm playing them on repeat and eventually the words split up and
fall apart
Into their individual letters and they stack.
Like Tetris,
Going and going
Until there is no more room and


                                                       You lose.
Too many things going through my mind
Chelsea Rae
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       ---, Shiv Pratap Pal, Temporal Fugue and Perry
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