Fix
I broke my brain again
to see if I can still fix
defective ideas I held
fallacies that I believed
the process is very hard
I have to cut a string
and let myself fall
as deep as I can reach...
Then I go to grab my hand
to try to wake me up
to check if I'm still ok
and drag me from the mud
I always find down there
a lot of fear and dust
I have to clean myself
and start again... from scratch.
Jessica
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