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Dec 2018
Thoughts,
Full of thoughts.
My head
Like a crowded room.

Every thought close to the
Other,
And bumping into eachother.

But when the music
Plays,
It stops the race of
Thoughts.
And the resulting memory loss.
Not my best work, sorry:(
Written by
Max
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