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When its slow
The thoughts in my head go faster
From the depths of my brain
To the front where they can linger.
When its fast
I can ignore it all
Push it farther itno the depth where its quiet
At least then I can get things done.
But when its slow
I have nothing to distract me
From everything I've ignored recently
I guess it was to much
For what was left of me.

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