Ramble #2
Sometimes I sit and wonder and wonder and wonder and I think that's it, that's the problem. With every breath I breathe, I think a million thoughts and they race faster and faster and it can get painful and confusing and so painful. And sometimes I wonder if it's possible to have a thought attack, a mind attack, where it's not your heart that's beating erratic and wild and deadly, but your head, it's your brain. My brain. My mind.
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The Thing With Fangs
PoetryA collection of poems and ramblings from the deafening mind of a quiet girl.
