Brain Drain

I hate being sick.

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OH BROTHER.

Paranoia
Is my constant companion.
The ghost of this man's
Spotted past
Haunts my waking hours.
Doubt is cast
By stone statues
Towering
Commissioned by that fretful figure.
Reminders of how history is supposed to repeat itself.
I wish there were statues of what I will do
And what I will become.
I don't know if they'd be worth the cost of stone
I'll still live.
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