My Mind
It feels like I'm falling,
Down.
It seems like I'm running,
Out.
I think I'm dying,
Inside.
My mind,
It thinks,
It speaks,
and I believe.
I wish it would go.
Where is the mute button?
It has been so long,
since I have last been open.
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