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Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

There I’ve said it out loud Having it does not make me proud I get obsessed with certain things Like writing poetry or buying rings I change my compulsions now and then Sometimes it just happens on a whim I might want to go to yard sales every week To buy old things that I will want to keep Or go shopping for lovely new clothes My closet(s) are completed filled with those It was a man named Dennis for a while Now he is just cramping my style My hair is growing out right now When it gets longer, I will cut it any how Shoes are one thing I think I will want next Cause it has been a while since my last fix OCD has taken control, don’t you see? It makes me crazy, but it makes me…me!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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