Manipulative

Just as I think I’ve grown immune to your maneuvers You up the anties, and here I am again On my knees, in tears Wondering what I’ve done wrong to deserve such treatment Your strongest weapon of all Is your seemingly docile demeanor Your apparently endless patience, kindness and gentleness But that’s a mask That…

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Meandering noise

Noise. Noise in my brain. I want to do everything, but can’t concentrate on any single thing. My head hurts. Nowhere to overflow. Pressure. Noisy pressure. Confusing misdirection seems the adequate description. Everything going somewhere, but nowhere specific, chaotically meandering with unknown destinations. No end goal is visible. No transition… or is it all transition?…

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