I claw at the heather carpeted shale slopes, pulling myself up; to what destination that awaits me, I do not know.This is the mind of a boy chasing things he is told he wants.
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Manic Apprehension Theory | a poem
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I claw at the heather carpeted shale slopes, pulling myself up; to what destination that awaits me, I do not know.This is the mind of a boy chasing things he is told he wants.