Disorder
Disorders cannot be undone.
Disorders are all a part of the void.
Echoing and never ending.
Always calling out to me.
Making each day unique.
By creating a sense of chaos.
Each time I try to escape-
The disorder learns of my tricks and grasps me tighter.
So that we are even more woven.
Disorders cannot be undone.
Or else we will be undone together.
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