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My thoughts are always going. They show no sign of slowing. They crowd around me. They don't plan on letting me go free. They need some sort of payment. I pay with my own solitary confinement. I'm locked away. So here I have to stay. Locked in my room every day. My thoughts say that if I go out. There will be no doubt. That I will regret this breakout. My thoughts make sure I know that this is a crime. I decide to go, just this one time. My thoughts won't let me speak. I manage to get out a squeak. And to my thoughts' delight. It seems my thoughts were right.
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
My Thoughts
My thoughts are always going. They show no sign of slowing. They crowd around me. They don't plan on letting me go free. They need some sort of payment. I pay with my own solitary confinement. I'm locked away. So here I have to stay. Locked in my room every day. My thoughts say that if I go out. There will be no doubt. That I will regret this breakout. My thoughts make sure I know that this is a crime. I decide to go, just this one time. My thoughts won't let me speak. I manage to get out a squeak. And to my thoughts' delight. It seems my thoughts were right.
What can I say, I overthink a lot.
KelseyLauren
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
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