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Jan 2019
Slow

My pace down to 90 steps a minute

Slow

My whistling to 90 beats a minute

Slow

My mind down to 90 thoughts a minute



Slow

And see the vast and cloudy sky

Slow

And hear the ruined silence in the rest

Slow

And hope that nothing's as bad as I see it



Slow

Appreciate the plain and gray

Slow

Whistle to my own blues

Slow

Hope that I didn't **** love up
October 24, 2018

I tell myself to calm down and ignore my anxiety.

This was written while I was walking. I also happened to be walking directly in the middle of my street, and a few cars honked at me.
A lot of songs I like tend to be 90 beats per minute, and my walking pace also tends to be 90 steps a minute when I'm not in a hurry.
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