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Jun 2020
When alone, my thoughts flow uncontrollably like a river.
One thought right after the other.
Always constant.
Never ending.
Once thrown back into reality, my thoughts seem to come to a halt.
My brain building a dam.
Somehow stopping up every thought from over flowing into the unknown chaos of the world.
Written by
Rebecca
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