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Untitled IV
I'm going out of my head,
I'm losing my mind,
As I lie here in bed,
I'm hoping to find,
Some way to make peace,
In my broken soul,
But the torment won't cease,
I can't make myself whole,
Whole in a sense,
Of being alive,
No longer tensed,
And trying to strive,
To get a grip on my life,
On my pattern of thought,
But with all of this strife,
I can't get what I've sought.
