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I lie on my now made bed
at a total loss for words and hope
And holding myself upright
Trying to block any thought 
From escaping me
More especially the one that bothers me the most
Which would constitute the words you tell me
And those told by my dreams
And my minds simple illusions
Though the faces are blurred
I can tell from the frames who they aren’t
And that alone may help in the detection of their identities
I know what I am embarking in now
Makes no more sense than my confused state
And as I wither away like the fresh flowers by my bedside
I feel as though
I have no real choice or decision
That all this is beyond the reach of whatever power I might possess
And my own life lies outside the stretch of my palm
It sags my heart
And complicates my conscious
Fills my head with childlike fantasies
That only bring me great headaches as they collide with what I know to be the truth
And what I know to be likely and realistic
Vows to live for only the moment and the moment within
Oh what idiocy!
For I am aware that will never come to play
So long as my mind continues
To run and filter things ahead of me
So that even as I type these words half of it is else where
I cud pen a thousand words
But none of the cud completely
In any way
Cover the madness that lays in thine own head
Fairy tales are always the perfect settings
The story is already told
And the drama already written
It’s simple following of what is there
But having to write a story of your own and constantly redefine it
That is pure demanding
Overwhelming thoughts and ideas overlap 
Each with an identify fierce and of its own
I wish that I had none of them
That I hadn’t possessed the greatest gift of thought and feeling
That I cud be anything less that human
Anything short of being me

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