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Words. Thousands of them floating.
But none getting to you.
Images. Of alternate scenarios
Always playing in the back of my head.
Songs. So many.
I want to send to you.
You. Youuuu.
Why is it always you?
The one I come back to.
Away. I want to run.
Run and never look back.
Stuck. I am stuck.
In this vanity of thoughts and imaginations.
Created by my own doing.
Lost. In this chaotic world.
Will I ever be set freed?

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