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Forgetting on sight.
Forgetting every night.
Something that was supposed to be important...
Is it really that important?
I'm worried that I'm sick,
Mentally, physically; what's my tick?
I'm afraid of ticks.
Forgetting the dark and finding the light.
But it's getting too bright.
My sight is it's own illusionist...
Pulling tricks to show me I'm losing it.
Threatening my anxiety and removing comfort.
Thoughts running up to the clouds and they don't come back down.
But when they do, it's all at once...
In fact, it's not good and pretty;
It's quite harsh and ugly.
It is decidedly so, it no longer bugs me...
Warning Me, Warning You.
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