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It’s all a jumble in my head
words competing and screaming
truth hushed by the highway of defeat
I find myself flailing
stumbling along in this dry desert
clinging to the hint of madness
running away from OK
why the bottom of the well when
I know what it holds?
why the search for gasoline when
I know how much the fire hurts?
I have already won
this ravaged battlefield
littered with bits and pieces of me
Nevertheless, I stand.