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My mind is a blur:
it races from thought to thought without catching its breath.
One moment:
I meditate on the plight of the impoverished.
The next:
that puppy across the street is adorable.
I am an invincible hero righting the wrongs of the world
and I am the victim of unspeakable crimes
all within seconds.
In the race to think
I forget the things
that are most important to me.
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