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Oh this unwelcome thing in my head has returned                                                                           

on this beautiful July summers day.                                                                                                                                                     

I felt its onset, of this thing, last night.                                                                                    

My sleep was troubled.                                                                                                             

Like a few rough waves before the cyclone hits home.                                                                                                                                             

An hour ago it hit me, a varied mental assault.                                                                  

Anxiety machine gunning my mind.                                                                                      

Taking no prisoners here.                                                                                                                   

Hidden inner darkness rattles its lid and wants to escape the box.                                       

**** you!                                                                                                                             

Stay where you belong.                                                                                                       

Don't bug me.                                                                                                                    

Instability wants to up end my stability for a laugh.                                                                        

I won't let it.                                                                                                                                     

This shit is invisible to others but real to me, even though it's in my head.                      

Lodged in my brain.                                                                                                          

Some say I'm dangerous and crazy, what do they know?

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