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Jun 2010
Minds are like DVDs,
Menus .on replay.
They’re supposed to show the happy parts,
But mine just ruin the day.

Mine’s replay scenes of dread,
Of the ones I loathe and hate.
It replays scenes of pain,
The pain I helped create.

Watch me today
As my mind is torturing me,
With scenes of lust and lacking faith
Making me wish I could run away

I wish I could turn of the TV,
Replace the DVD
So I can be rid of this torment,
And these blackening scenes
Nathaniel R Horn
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Nathaniel R Horn  Indianapolis
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