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The poltergeist of my self haunting
Spouting leaks from a hidden fountain.
Speak to my heart
What my mind
doesn’t always understand,
I pray.
When the darkness comes
And pulls me in,
Free falling without warning.

I no longer fight
The feelings I cant explain,
I give in and wait for my lesson.
Praying to comprehend
And not fear them
Singing the songs
Echoed by my demons.

If I can only understand,
When the pain recedes
Answers will replace my questions,
And maybe explain why sometimes
I feel like another person.

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