Thoughts - Poem by Lauren Harper
Minutes. Moments. Seconds.
On countless, pitiful, tortuous, thoughts.
That eat away at your very being.
That know your very soul.
That may know you all.
Just maybe the reason your blood continues to turn cold.
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