Scilence is golden
Be quiet i'm trying to think
My mind is in deep thought and it's on the brink
The brink of thoughts, fears, and dreams
All i hear is thoughts buzzing, ideas swirling, and no screams
All theses bubbles poping inside my head
i wonder if i can think of something else instead
There's just so many i just can't think
My mind is so full it's like it will be gone if i blink
How can i not think, i doing it now
I will figure this out someday some how
~Krystal
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