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Wandering through the wilderness
of the unkempt parts of my mind,
I discover the instruments of my fear
And walk in and out over and through
the terrors of my mind.

I walked with uncertain steps backed on to walls of worries that flipped over and swallowed me inside yet another landscape of my mind. From flying on the backs if pigs
To splitting in to a million colours of emotions yet defined.
The movements are all wrong, wrong ,wrong! The sounds crawl along my jaw in spiny tingles and irk my nape and spine. Through a clearing I saw what I most despise a better version of me calling for my demise. Shut up bitch I can't see my hell reflected in your eyes you will never be me as long as I preside...