I struggled
Wanting to express my grief
Not wanting that other place
To become an obsession
With it
Not wanting people
To be confronted
By my new struggle
Whenever they visited
Where I deposit
My thoughts
So after putting
Only what I thought they could stomach
There
I decided to tease it out
Separate it
Make a dumping ground
For the swirling thoughts
That constantly march
Like a hungry army
Through the back of my mind
Consuming my subconscious
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