The Black Edges of Chaos
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I try to curl up in a ball and hold my mind together.
But like mismatched magnets my thoughts violently reject each other.
I push away from myself in a thousand directions.
Bumping the sky and scraping the dirt.
Where am I?
I am dancing the black edges of chaos.