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Jun 17
My mind is chaotic, I can't silence the sound.
Too late to back out, there is no turning around.
What's left what's right what's up what's down?
Too late to go back, there is no backing down!
Chaos everywhere, thoughts are racing.
My feet have their own mind, I can't stop them from pacing.
I want to run and hide but my feet are planted down,
Too late to go back there is no turning around.
Just hear me out, one thought at a time
Too crowded, too cluttered, too many thoughts for one mind.
My mind is chaotic, I can't silence the sound.
Too late to back out, there is no turning around!
Frannie
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Frannie  32/F
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