My Own Self
There is an art to reading minds.
As their thoughts eclipse mine.
I have trouble with my own memories…
My own…
Kindness,
My own…
Selfishness,
My own…
Personality.
I am shaking and overwhelmed.
There is a sadness to reading minds.
There is a loneliness to reading minds.
So medication it is.
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