find myself living in old memories I'll never experience again.
I always lose myself in thoughts which have no end, but there really is no infinite.
When I start to disclose information about the matter which occupies my mind I start at the end.
& when I want to smile & be happy I look for denial & a river full of tears.
but when I want to cry & press down on my insides...I run & hide from the understanding eye.
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