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An Overthinker's Torment
Thinking and thinking and thinking.
I want to stop going over the memories,
The looping record of agonising nothings.
That's the problem, you see?
It's not a problem to them.
A simple mistake,
So quickly forgiven, and yet,
It lingers like a pungent smell of embarrassment.
Perhaps a good action done awkward in manner,
A broken plate despite mountains of food.
It must replay.
Sleep isn't an option in this world,
Time for bed is time for a movie,
A movie, "The horror of Blank"
The timeless classic of forgotten mistakes,
Yet always remembered
Copyright ©
Euan McFee
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