Gone before I knew it

I thought I had already wrote it

I feel like I’m trapped in a whirlwind

Each time I write I am teleported

To one of four memories

In the array. I am

Not with it.


These times

Are only bad times, they are times

Where someone told me

“You are stupid, you are shit

You can’t do this”

Every time I write

I go to one of the

Four places in the array

And I am always feeling


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