My thoughts consume,
they conquer, they claim,
My mind it spins,
It rushes, it sprints.
There is no quiet,
There is no calm.
My thoughts they scream,
they run with scissors.
My mind is gone,
It is lost and too humble to ask for directions.
It is sick,
but refuses to take its medication.
My thoughts they pain,
they cut, they injure.
My mind controls,
It provokes fear.
There is no quiet.
There is no calm.
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