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Run through it all
Unrecognizable pondering gathers here
Though what is worth,
Sleep is now a chore
I have come to know what letting go has become
To make a somewhat thoughtful decision
Clear, but still a little murky
Yet I still feel like I’m not always good enough
The fish drinks, but wanders the sea
Intoxication: my pretend state of mind
Will I still run?
Sometimes I recognize my train of thought
Nor do I fully understand myself

Written by: Caitlin Lambert