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How do I align my thoughts of contort?
Seal this confused mind and it’s subconscious.
The corrosion of my heart will no longer allow me to attach to those I love.
Anxiety runs through my veins.
To you it’s a surprise, to me it’s internal pain.
I write to keep me sane.
In that moment it’s just a blur.
The cuddled letters at the end.
My signature.
Copyright © Latoyua Chandler | Year Posted 2019
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