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Oct 2023
the past can hang around your mind,
a permanent nightmare recurring,
you can see your ancestors reactions
the way they carried themselves
in all the ways you handle life's drama
haunted by thoughts that you are mad
its only a matter of time before another death
takes away one more strata of your being
you must break free, yes you must break free
the mantra piercing the recurring nightmare.
Written by
nivek
113
   Frances Raeburn
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