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Thoughts skipping
through my mind
like the slightly flat
stones
I played with
when I was a little
child.
My thoughts jumping
at high speeds.
Just like the skipping
rocks I threw into
the sea when no
one was around
me.
My thoughts
come so
quickly sometimes
that it almost
sickens me.
My thoughts flying
at the
speed of sound.
Nothing I can do to
make them stop.
Just like the rocks
that I flung into
the sea.
Thought after thought
almost drowning me.
Thought after thought
they seem to almost
never stop.
Counting sheep
never helps as
I lay there trying
to sleep.
I wish that I could
rest but my thoughts
won't let me be.
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