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This might seem a little worn, a little out

Maybe even resemble a headache —

Because all I’ve had is sleep but all I haven’t had is sleep as well

When your mind’s a little too foggy and eyes damp and head has missing whereabouts

And your heart’s trembling and the whole being a little dazed

All you feel like doing is writing

Not as covertly as before; disguise is washing away as well

But all you feel like doing is writing

Maybe the flow of words from the tips of my fingers

Will help unwind the contortions of emotions inside

I am unaware of how that happens; just the way I’m unaware of so many things

I am just trying to write

To try to unwind the contortions of emotions inside

So that my head can feel a little lighter

And I can set out to fulfil the purpose of my life — I have delayed it so much

Let me just write

And try to soothe the storm spreading its fangs from organ to organ

Let me just write

To try to unwind the contortions of emotions inside.

Unravelling the poetry of life

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