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This hurts
Again
I wish it were gone

It hurts again
No matter how long

I thought it was better
But it’s bested me

Unable to hide
It tracks when I flee

Focus on something
Seal off the pain

Wrap around and around
Idle thoughts in my brain

Distract with white noise
Numbing gray hum

Strike inward eye blind
Like the glare from the sun

For full light can obstruct
As well as the dark

Either one blocking torment
That targets my heart.

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