Swarm

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Myriad thoughts skitter across the surface of my brain

Like a growing swarm of carrion beetles

Each moves according to its own internal instinct

Gnawing here, writhing there

Crawling over one another

Trying to find a way in

The buzzing and churning are driving me mad

Weakening my defenses

In time I will succumb

I will be infested with the vile scourge

The fight will be over

And I will have lost.

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