I see some things
And my brain slips
I hear things too
And my mind trips
I run like a kite
Caught on a string
My heart skips
But mostly stutters
And I am left
Crashing on rocks
Falling into
Words that sting
And I try hard
To run from them
But
I can’t get away
From this heart
From this mind
From this body
From this tragedy
That is me
HASTYWORDS 
Ouch! That awful truth that there is no escape from the troublesome parts of our own mind, hear, self, balanced only by the beauties that also reside there.
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Hasty – No escape
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I love you 💖
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I love you too 💕
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Well said
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