inside my brain,
is a desolate wasteland
any thoughts would be transient,
they would begin to peregrinate,
soon to be forgotten
however, some would be unending,
the limerence surrounding them unbreakable,
the feelings unbearable
and i'm trying, trying, trying
to make them vanish
to make them recede
and i think i might just give up on it
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