An early autumn day,
I’ll never forget
There amongst the poppies,
A sun starting to set
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The thoughts—
They hide within my head
Teasing me relentlessly—
And into madness I am lead
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A night of moonlight, gently it gleams, passing glass panes, and onto the floor. 
I sit alone reflecting, thoughts of melancholy aching
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Where does it go, my, oh my flawed mind
Not a safe place, searched, I have before
The voices warn me, they warn of its kind
I here wander, checked all, each a door
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I lashed out, enraged at the passion,
that same passion, whose refusal now shunned,
just to laugh at my cold heart in silence,
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My mind was absent.  Sometimes, I wonder if it ever really existed?  I try to think back upon more carefree times, but of those I can't
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From the darkness, tis I've been...
Since there, sin I breathed in...
When each late breath, hath no end...
Was then, I found my first friend
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A dream- it couldn’t have been
For everything felt so real
And if my eyes were shut
Would not the anxiety be less
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The glow of the moon lit the room ever so slow, my nightstand taking on a life of its own, with delicate shadows dancing around each object, reflecting its scene, awake I am now
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