I'm in over my head,
thinking about you constantly.
It's becoming an obsession,
really it is.
No matter what I do,
you still visit me in my dreams.
Death this and death that.
I think to myself to why you'd come into my life at this point.
When I'm feeling and doing good.
Then I wonder if somehow something in me is trying to self sabotage all of my hard work.
Then I think that's a valid reason and with that I'm done.
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Crashing Thoughts
Poetry"My thoughts are rushing back and fourth, like the tide is pulling my problems away"
