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Poetry

Brain Mires

Unable to trust

My senses now

Delusions made real

An eternal row

Between my worries

And all my doubts

To my hopes

A pointless bout

So all that is left is

Do what I know

The only option

Is to let go

I don’t mean of life

Despite its pains

I mean the mires

Inside my brain

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