So special as my thoughts
I fiend to read what I'm thinking
Just to keep from blinking
I write in the morning, noon
and in the evening about what
I am feeling - scary sometimes
To see the truth revealing - mind complex
State of shock unappealing
With myself endless I'm dealing
No room in my days for dreaming
Just enough... just enough love
For myself for
Healing
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