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Thoughts are running wild

Their hoofs unruly; trample

Cerebellum sands reviled

Scatter, scurry and they scramble

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A lack of understanding

As to why this burden carries

Aptitude is demanding

Mind and fear; forever marries

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It’s hard to point the pin

If there ever really was one

In self-loathing, selfish skin

That coalesces til it’s gone

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Yes, the suffering it stings

But the feeling never lasts

The ‘only hope’ should cling

Yielded tight within the grasp.

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