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Pretty much how I feel every day at the moment

Walking through the recesses of my mind
I see the pages of an open book.
I can feel the pain, the hate, despair.
Don’t want to read but I have to look.
I relive memories best forgot,
Feel raw emotions renewed.
I know I should just close the book
But it wont shut since its been viewed.
It’s a constant war inside my head,
A battle I know I cannot win.
I need to break free but can’t work out,
Where the end end’s and the start begins.