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Intrusive. Scary.
My thoughts thrive in this nightmare.
How do I escape?
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me, me, me
when i read back my poetry it screams “me, me, me” on my screen in bold letters and i can’t shut it up — most days, i cannot make any other words out; i want to throttle a thousand versions of the me gone by, i want to throw myself from a figurative balcony, i want to sink a sword into every pen i’ve held
By angela hepworth7 days ago in Poets
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This is very well articulated, even in just so few words.
I love reading your haikus. I am beginning to see the insight, thought and emotion you bring to each one.
Intrusive thoughts truly are the most haunting things. Well done!