My Mind
Sanity.
What a crucial need.
Why?
To keep scary thoughts out of me.
When,
There is none to talk to.
Who?
Can I choose to run to.
My Mind,
such a scary place.
On a deserted island,
wind on my face.
Isolation,
A dangerous fate.
Sanity.
My grip has been misplaced
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