Why is it stuck; engraved into my bones? I can feel it nailed through my veins and grinding inside of me. It's a catastrophic thought that haunts me. My insides pile in front of me as a leakedge of unpromised doubt. Why am I so scared of the thought? Why do I fear that final memory?
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
