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Post by ShadowDucky on Feb 13, 2007 10:04:27 GMT 1
Sooo . . . I've got OCD. And had a particularly bad instance of it tonight, hence forcing myself to write this sonnet in an attempt to prevent my hands from their perennial habits of a rather destructive nature. Obsession. This constant wavering struggle portends, Urges, abhorrent, rampage i' th' brain. Battle of wills challenge sanity's end Fight taken valiently, taken in vain. Small vict'ries lead to yet greater defeat Quiv'ring digits cry to ravish the head, To bring divine order, simple, elite - Though feelings are lies, pull soft auburn thread. O bountiful fate, free me from this curse, Unending compulsions, lack of control. Halt this need forcing chaos' disperse Remove hated burden, weight on my soul. Fevered brain struggles, gives unending plea, Release me from order, set trap'd hands free! I'm frustrated and irritated with my brain right now . Please destroy this with criticism, my sonnets are horrid.
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