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Raping Thoughts.
A swirling torrent of thoughts.
Turning my stomach into knots.
This uneasy feeling
is slowly consuming me.
Like a snake coiling,
these voices insist on foiling
my attempts to be happy.
All that remains is regret.
Turning my stomach into knots.
This uneasy feeling
is slowly consuming me.
Like a snake coiling,
these voices insist on foiling
my attempts to be happy.
All that remains is regret.
Published 6th Jul 2011
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