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Memory Pyschosis Without the knowing, fell into the deep, where not a word, not even a peep, can be muttered as tears do weep, crawling from beneath the skin, Threads holding psyche now thin. Snap, withdrawing from within, as the loose folds collapse, broken heart mishaps. as tongues battered and bruised, faults and mistakes all excused, for the misused of the abused nor single foul word unused. 34