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Gone past 3am once again, my mind at ease, the flow of my pen.

Telling tales from deep within, I haven’t lost any of my sins,

still feel their strength, strong weight pulling me in,

Trapped in fear, along with any thoughts I hold dear.

Flashback, I can see it clear as day,

I could peer in, stand there and watch the slides play.

Every word replayed, every mark on my brain,

Gone past 3am once again, from my pen I cannot abstain.

N.T.J 31/12/2016 ©