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Math… complicating my day…
Making even the suns rays seem… oblique.
Dopamine… missing… must have a leak.
I do not feel like playing hide and go seek.
No don’t go on ahead instead wait for me.

You see… if you and me make two… me, you, and me make three.
Must I always pound me down like this?
Maybe I just miss feeling this way…
Distressed and dressed to depress.

Let’s just digest for a few…
Then we can continue feeling blessed to have each other.
This mess may only be an indirect request for attention anyway.
You see… the “me” inside of me’s obsessed with contest…
Conflicting against this smile with protest.

I don’t know who I am anymore… or…
Who it is possessing me… to be… oppressed.
My senses are failing… I feel… listless.
Maybe I just need a good night’s rest.

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