ROAR

Oh Vociferous Thoughts! You crash upon my spirit, you. Dulling with each blow that which precedes. Your convoluted storm ne'er abates! Give me **RESPITE!** I beg, I plead….Oh Waves of Madness Leave. Your tumultuous cries stifle my soul. What will you have me do? You scream and roar, you hounds. I cannot feed you all, be gone! Who’s are you? Not mine! Infested I have become, an existential crisis foments in the storm of my mind. There is no calm in the eye. Where does peace await?! An Oasis of the mind… Sunless Drought withered mine. Sand grates my essence, grit fills my psychic gears, coarse, scratching at my sanity. Screaching, stinging, **DAMN!** **MADNESS, MADNESS, BURNS.** Wash across my soul, dear ocean! Cleanse me of my grit and grime, polish me, dear ocean, so smoothness may abound. Form me whole and new, grind out my chips and scrapes, revive my lustre, and define my shape. Let me roll in spherical perfection, my thoughts confined and given form.
 
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