Poem #4
Dearest confusion, get out of my mind.
You're the depressing confusion kind.
You make me want to do things that hurt.
You make me feel things that are absurd.
I don't know why you're here.
My unconscious greatest fear.
Please leave, you painful fool.
Or I'll have to go with you.
-More to come...
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