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Dead
I collect thoughts like pebbles.
They rest in my head.
They lay dormant.
Gathering dusty hallucinations;
doubt, fear & procrastination.
I carry them in my skull,
a familiar comfort.
Imposters in my mind;
trying to reside triumphant.
All rational thoughts have been overtaken;
these sentiments will not be shaken.
Thoughts that long to be fed.
I wish they would just quit with their;
'I'd rather be...'
They rest in my head.
They lay dormant.
Gathering dusty hallucinations;
doubt, fear & procrastination.
I carry them in my skull,
a familiar comfort.
Imposters in my mind;
trying to reside triumphant.
All rational thoughts have been overtaken;
these sentiments will not be shaken.
Thoughts that long to be fed.
I wish they would just quit with their;
'I'd rather be...'
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