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A monastic mindset manipulates my mind.

This is my new reality.

Staring at my ceiling, sequestered from my soul.

My sheets are binding to me.

There are no more thoughts that haven't been thought.

A cycle has situated itself in my

psyche of kisses, subtle touches.

Every red flag that you so beautifully

explained away that I bought without concern.

As a battered child in a toy store, mothers card in hand.

Solitude is where I should surrender,

but surrender is a sweet release that I am not ready for.

So for now leave me alone.