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As I think my thoughts get crazy, And the clouds roll over the sky in my mind. My dreams will get hazy, Deep and undefined. I cry my tears of sorrow, I bleed my blood of shame. My voice is laced with fear, Lurking, creeping in my brain. I don't know what I'm thinking, Or the path I took to get that far. My musing becomes quite, A broken string on a guitar. Just a little off, And never sounds quite right. Strange and rather lonely, Like a solo wolf chorus at night. Shivers down my spine, At the thought of my own insanity How could I think that thinking Could be such a thoughtful calamity?
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Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
As my thoughts roam on I find it harder to think, lost a home...
As I think my thoughts get crazy, And the clouds roll over the sky in my mind. My dreams will get hazy, Deep and undefined. I cry my tears of sorrow, I bleed my blood of shame. My voice is laced with fear, Lurking, creeping in my brain. I don't know what I'm thinking, Or the path I took to get that far. My musing becomes quite, A broken string on a guitar. Just a little off, And never sounds quite right. Strange and rather lonely, Like a solo wolf chorus at night. Shivers down my spine, At the thought of my own insanity How could I think that thinking Could be such a thoughtful calamity?
Throwback to eighth grade when I thought I was edgy but in reality it made my English teacher send me to the counselor because the rest of the class wrote about happiness and rainbows.
#thought#depression#insanity#sorrow#sadness#lost#confused#thinking
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15/F/Minnesota
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
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