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A riveting fracture Of my current existence. Clenching my throat, Trying to squeeze out the dread; The panic. I've lost myself - I don't know where I am, or Where my body is. Tense. Because I'm trying so hard Not to let go of myself, Again. "Keep straight. Keep focused. No. Not like that. Don't think ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ About ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต. Don't be that way About ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ. It's okay. Try to breathe. You have control Over your mind. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น Over your mind. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ." And it's okay For a moment, But the busy hands Don't shield the silence For long. And through that It comes spinning, Entwining amongst My conscious hardwiring. "You are not welcome! I don't want to believe it." But I've been deeply imprinted To believe These emotional rules Are bound to me. So, often I break; I give in. The sheer loneliness Of the thought Consumes me. I wait in the rain, For when the storm dissipates, ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ. โ–ช๏ธŽmica lightโ–ช๏ธŽ
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 5:36 PM UTC
Mental Monsters
A riveting fracture Of my current existence. Clenching my throat, Trying to squeeze out the dread; The panic. I've lost myself - I don't know where I am, or Where my body is. Tense. Because I'm trying so hard Not to let go of myself, Again. "Keep straight. Keep focused. No. Not like that. Don't think ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ About ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต. Don't be that way About ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ. It's okay. Try to breathe. You have control Over your mind. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น Over your mind. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ข๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ." And it's okay For a moment, But the busy hands Don't shield the silence For long. And through that It comes spinning, Entwining amongst My conscious hardwiring. "You are not welcome! I don't want to believe it." But I've been deeply imprinted To believe These emotional rules Are bound to me. So, often I break; I give in. The sheer loneliness Of the thought Consumes me. I wait in the rain, For when the storm dissipates, ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ. โ–ช๏ธŽmica lightโ–ช๏ธŽ
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Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 5:36 PM UTC
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