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May 14
Torture skulks around in thought
When it grows constant.
However sweet or illogical,
The mind will groan under the weight of it’s presence.
And when remembering on continually
Becomes habitual,
Comfort can be found
In the harsh throb of reminiscence.
Written by
Olivia  19/F
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