Hypothesis

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The thoughts are loud today,
they scream over the analyzing ones,
damning logic,
forcing data out.

It drives those scientific thoughts,
into theoretical hypothesis,
the ones without evidence,
that would never be published formally.

I think so I dive in,
while there's nothing to be scared of,
everything keeps falling apart,
the domino effect is taking course.

The only common factor is my own demise,
I take a hold of it—
Choke it till it can barely breathe,
and assume power over it.

The data is so clear:
Every bad thing is my doing,
every bad thought is my own,
and my own downfall is my creation.

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