THINK
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, HEY WHATCHA DOING?
Do I tell them I am counting?
No NO NO
That'll make it worse again
Just count
You know it makes you feel better
Why WHy WHY WHY
There now there's four
Maybe I can get my brain to ignore
Time Time Time Time
Space Space Space Space
Bad BAd BAD BAD
That's all my brain ever thinks about
Then comes the counting
It's horrible
I can't live my life without THINKING
I want to not be and not think
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