It's been a whilesince demons have last made a home in mine,since I've last drowned in a sea of wordsseeing so many race across my eyes,but being unable to grab the right ones.Every time it happens, I'm afraidI always sink. It's been a while since I've felt trapped inside myself.unable to communicate, unable to thinkunable to do anything but drag a penacross a thin, recycled sheet -trying, endeavoring, but failing to swim.
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