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I can think for hours of nothing important,
But of everything that consumes me.
 
I can trust that I will do better,
Only to fail in silence
 
I can continue to keep it bottled up
To spare others,
As I have gained maturity.
 
But the tides ebb and flow is alive beneath my flesh,
And I am the same monster I used to be.

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