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I sit alone with my thoughts.
The ones I’ve avoided all day.
Too tired to fight them.
So I listen to what they say.
They tell me of wrongs long passed.
As they fidget and squirm.
How I should be better.
And how I’ll never learn.
Their voice fades into shadow.
As night’s breath deepens.
I’m a prisoner of my mind.
As the dreams seep in.
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