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Apr 2014
I am trampled upon by
thoughts, they stamped
over me crushing my
reality of what I see

I catch my breath, before
it feels like I am being
pushed to my limits of
thoughts and what is real,
I fight the confusion the
crushing sensation that
like a vice is slowly breaking
my mind.

Thoughts trample me under
foot, I must think slower thoughts
or I will be broken trampled
with confusion of what is really
seen and what I think.
Poetic T
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