that constant fear
that constant notion
that constant thought that keeps trying to resurface
push
push
pushing to the top of it all
floating back up
and letting you know it exists
it still exists
always will
now matter how many rocks you tie to this
radioactive
destructive
addicting
repulsive
thought.
its there.
living in silence
waiting to rise up.
waiting to resurface.
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