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you've crawled into my mind and decided to make a home, occupying every last crevice that there ever was.

in everything and everyone i see you and half the time i don't even know how it connects back to you, but it always does.

yet i can't seem to put down onto paper the thoughts that have consumed my mind; the rumination that won't vacate.

since you've inhabited my mind, can you help me find the right words?

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