thoughts from a tangled mind

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dancing in the thunderstorm,
smiling at the wilting flowers,
breathing in spiritual pleasure.

hiding from emotions,
lying to oneself,
gently holding onto a calm.

screaming away the pain,
giving up physically,
getting worse by the minute.

sitting in a thunderstorm,
sobbing the past away,
these thoughts only go but of two ways
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