Not often is it
That I lose my mind
But in those rare
Empty-headed moments
I find myself oddly free
From the guilt & shame
Of self-afflicted voids
Simply because I realize
I am not lost
Rather I am residing in
The hands of a thief
 Stop trying to steal me
When you could love me

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