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I'm Feeling Weak

I'm feeling weak,
but the words are
flowing,
pouring
like sweat in a fever dream.

The nightmares won't
let me rest,
the thoughts are warring
in my brain.

Too much energy
that needs to go,
needs an outlet,
but I am too weak
to provide one.

Please hold me,
hold me tight,
be the glue
that keeps me
from falling
apart
into tiny pieces,
while I am trapped
in my nightmares.
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