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Chaos embodies me, wraps me in her embrace. 
My internal feelings manifesting in a maelstrom of 
conflicting emotions as intense as a first loves desire. 
Thoughts as intangible as air, images flutter, 
fighting each other in an epic battle never ending. 
The lands despoiled are of my conscious, 
The only casualty...myself. 
The storm strips me of me. 
Stealing what little I have left, 
my thoughts, my control, my freedom. 
It strips me, strips me of any external feeling, 
of being able express my inner to the outer. 
A wall, infinitley high and wide and thick. 
it blocks everything, 
everything coming out, 
everything trying to break in. 
It robs me of expression, and feeling. 
Of a voice and a soul, 
Leaving me 
Illiterate