You don't understand how many times,
I have attempted to start,
but have failed to finish. You'd need ten sets of hands.
I seem to be leaking words,
some fragments that I simply cannot fathom.
There isn't much I can do,
my thoughts refuse to be sorted out,
into any logical pattern. But,
who says they need to be?
They all concern the same thing, anyway.

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