when I lie in my bed ,
Thoughts run through my head,
Of all the options of the future ahead,
i just wanna relax instead,
My mind wanders like im walking,
The past lingering like it’s stalking,
My mind racing,
As im anxiously pacing,
I feel like im growing in my thoughts,
Like a fish caught,
My mind flooding my sheets deep into my pillow.
Whispering like a willow.
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