Intercepting,
Trepidation
In my mind
With those
Blizzards
Of
Worry and I
Say goodbye to the heartless hounds
Who thought they had it all.
Lies
In the truth that
Makes me hate
The very core
Of what you have to say.
I really
Don’t
Want
To
Know
Anymore.
Keep the sickness to yourself
And I to my own.
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PoetryRandom thoughts. Can they be called poetry? I have no idea.