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It controls me,
I don't know how to stop it,
I want to.

But I don't.

Facing through your thoughts with no one but you,
It's a cemetery here,
But here is your home.

It's peaceful,
Like the lone monk off in meditation.
But it's scary,
Like the kid in a straight jacket forced into solidarity.

I don't know what scares me more,
That I like the solidarity,
Or that I feel like the kid.