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Thinking

I’m at the end of my tether
Hanging by a thread
Will I suffer in silence
Or wind up dead?
Seconds from snapping
Until I reach the end
There’s nothing wrong with you
It’s all in your head
 
I think and think
And think and think
My mind’s on the fritz again
On the brink
Slowly I turn inwards
I shrink
And think and think
And think and think...

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