You words often repeat in my head.
It drowns out my voice, where I only hear
yours instead
A game of chess aimed at me to lose
tired, I plan my next move.
A band aid that I can never remove.
The lights have dimmed.
The darkness looms
A state of mind that consumes
constantly spinning on a loop.
It drive you mad
As if there was something to choose
A master plan
that can’t escape you.
Melissa Stein 
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