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I'm in shambles part of the day.
The thoughts they do a scramble.
Weave, wind, intertwine,
My brain it does a ramble.
Weird that the first few sentences I typed out rhymed in such an odd manner. My thoughts are rediculously numerous and unable to really process properly before new ones arise. I think I might be insane.
Or it is madness that'll soon blow over.
The thoughts they do a scramble.
Weave, wind, intertwine,
My brain it does a ramble.
Weird that the first few sentences I typed out rhymed in such an odd manner. My thoughts are rediculously numerous and unable to really process properly before new ones arise. I think I might be insane.
Or it is madness that'll soon blow over.