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Bane of My Existence
A thought arises, small and light,
Then grows until it grips me tight.
It loops, it twists, it won’t let go,
A tide that drowns me, ebb and flow.
A word, a glance, a step once missed,
Returns with weight I can’t dismiss.
I play it...
Then grows until it grips me tight.
It loops, it twists, it won’t let go,
A tide that drowns me, ebb and flow.
A word, a glance, a step once missed,
Returns with weight I can’t dismiss.
I play it...
