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Powerful,

she drove me insane. 

mental heath diagnosis’ and 

medications prescribed

...useless,

it won’t turn off the thoughts,

maybe just change the vibe.

So, I’m hesitating, 

but I can’t meditate it away...

Only a few late night instances 

when I sense her presence...

and feel her touch,

damn, I miss her so much,

even began to hear her voice

and I smell her hair.

Just a Figment of my wild imagination,

I’ve never hallucinated &

she’s not there. 

Whew!

Quarantine Dreaming. 

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