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.

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