Although i try to contain,
these visions still prodrude,
left on me like a stain,
consume me like i'm their food.
As flashbacks seep from,
within me,
closure seems impossible,
to find.
Desperately longing to be,
set free,
from this pesistant,
slide show in my mind.
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