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The Subconscious Mind

It is something I can’t explain;
My slim fingers can not type fast enough,
My voice is not loud enough.
I have trouble forming sentences under pressure,
And, well, your gaze hasn’t left mine for a while.
Like a child with little hands, little eyes, a little mind, a little everything
I cower in your shadow.
You hold me in a tiny room in the back of my mind.
I constantly wish to leave,
But never have the courage to speak,
To ask for such freedom.
This is all I have known.



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