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That thing that mustn't be named

Take these thoughts away from me,

Keep it locked, I am holding the keys

I blurted them out like fangs waiting to bite,

I have said it's name without thinking

I don't wanna go on thinking

But I got wrists,

and my hand isn't too far from the other

So please, take these thoughts away from me

Tell me it'll get better

Say it seventy times and over

Until I could think that

Maybe one day, it'll get better
   
      

Will it get better?