There are things
I want to write about
For which I can't seem
To find the words.
Those things weigh
Me down
And slow
Me down.
They circulate
Within me
Like blood
With each beat of my heart
They travel
They hit my heart
And my mind
They never stop
They brush against
Every part
Of me.
They won't let me forget
They torment
My mind
They tease
My heart
I am their prisoner

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