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"Overthinking"


Where do I start?

Do I start here? Or there?

It’s hard for me to choose, only because my mind is so out of place.

To the eye, I seem quiet, timid and shy,

But inside I’m someone totally different.

I’m like a phoenix still waiting to arise from the ashes.

I’m obnoxious and confused.

Entangled in my own personal web of thoughts.

How did I get like this?

I start to overload on thinking.

It’s hard for me to stop when I can’t even figure out where I began.

My mind is erratic, out of control.

I need to STOP.

Do I sound crazy? Or is this just mass hysteria.

I mean, everyone has these problems, right?

This is normal, but then again what is?

So many questions…. with no answers.

So I just think.

 
 
 
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