Her mind was racing, racing faster than Usain Bolt.
The thoughts inside her head continued to go, go, go.
There was no red light, there was no yellow light.
Her mind was racing.
Every thought tripping over each other.
As if they all had somewhere to go.
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Poems in my darkest times
PoesiaOriginal poems made by me when I'm feeling emotional or upset.
