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James Arce Apr 2016
Tonight I laid my head down,
wanting to finally get some rest.
Again the thoughts kept coming,
I really am trying my best.

My mind begins to wander,
The thoughts come all to quick.
Intentions only of dreaming,
My plan won't seem to stick.

My mind frustrated and shouting,
No telling when it will cease.
It's become a mental prison,
And I pray for its release.

Curious where my dreams are,
Has the shouting scared them away?
Unsure how long it's been now,
I see the Sun bring in a new day...

- James Arce
This is the first work I've written that I've ever shared to anyone.

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