Shaky

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I write because my mind is exhausted, 

lingering in these thoughts new and old. 

It's a control mechanism, 

stopping the burial of my mental self. 

A medium for identification; 

self-discovery and affirmations I find within.

                            It feeds the soil where my thoughts lay, 

                            adjusting my perspectives, ensuring a better reaction and outcome.

                            It calms each nerve in my body, 

                            calming my shaky hands.

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