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Always In My Head

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by sophiarose718

by sophiarose718

I feel as if I have to blow my head open because you're always in my head.

Buckets full of thoughts and memories that are polluted with you, pour out the hole.

And the liquid surrounds my feet, as I run away from the thoughts I want to dispose of.

But as I endlessly splash in the cold substance, I have to accept that there is no escaping.

The recollections absorb into my shoes and then into my skin, traveling through my blood and up to my brain.

The depression in my head closes up, because someway, somehow, the impressions of you heal me as they break me.