July 7th, 2017

Do you understand
That all of this is not my fault
Vindication is all that I want
Except that it’s still on my mind
Filling my head
In every place for thoughts
Unexpectedly is how this started
Curiosity sparked an interest
Killing me as it lingered
Implicating me in guilt
Nothing can cure this conscious of mine
I’m going down with every thought
Suspiciously I clear my mind
Pencils and pens create my thoughts
Illustrated with curves that turn to letters
Variety that turns to words
Everyone has a meaning and place
Yet I let them remain nameless

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