It's hard to concentrate
when your thoughts
are flipping like acrobats,
all taunting of the past
but some are worried of the future,
and then it all falls far away.
Now I got new problems now
worrying about suicide,
and how I was traumatized.
Copyright © kaitlyn young | Year Posted 2019
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