My mind is a feral animal that I never learned to tame.
Compulsive in its nature, it seeks out the darkest 'what ifs' to entertain.
It lunges at speeding figures in the dark on its search for confirmation,
a large glass of ice-water amidst chronic dehydration.
It lives only in the past and the future, using the present solely as a catalyst;
always working towards one answer:
Do I deserve happiness?
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Author:
NOX (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: OCD is that annoying friend who just can\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'t take a hint...but there\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s history there.
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Of course you do!
Anybody who can write as good as you do, NOX, deserves more than just happiness!
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