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Intrusive. Scary.
My thoughts thrive in this nightmare.
How do I escape?
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Comments (3)
This is very well articulated, even in just so few words.
I love reading your haikus. I am beginning to see the insight, thought and emotion you bring to each one.
Intrusive thoughts truly are the most haunting things. Well done!