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Remember.

Screaming
through the wall
that rooms beyond
do indeed exist:

do not mistake
the walls of your world
for the universe.

State-specific.
Mood-dependent.
Dissociative
amnesiac.

All that sense of futility,
uselessness,
anxiety, confusion,
depression,
it is but an illusion.

You can break
out of this, push
through it, pull out
of, rise above all this.

Can you hear me?

Do not fall under
that dark spell.
Mood means so
much, thoughts muddy
the perceptual pot.
Memories infect,
past always present.

Flush this out of me.
Let me see.
Let me be me.
Let me remember.

I must remember.

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