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Rated: E · Poetry · Psychology · #941007

A poem about insanity.

Counting steps and labeling shelves.
Washing hands and washing faces.
Scared of shadows touching mine.
All your faces leering at me,
presuading me that I'm not real.
Counting tiles and skipping spaces.
Washing hands and leering faces.
Lost within the empty spaces,
of my crowded mind.
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