figuring it out

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The past, 

the present, loom together to torture.

I can't even seem to remember,

or even able to consider, the future.

Everything is wrapped together in a maze, 

the past, present, future, it's all the same. 

One big thought in my brain,

and me trying to sort it out is not so lame.

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