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<p>Sometimes my mind gets ahead of me.</p>
<p>Sometimes my thoughts are a raging ocean I can't control.</p>
<p>There are so many things in this world.</p>
<p>All of them vying for my attention.</p>
<p>All screaming my name until my ears are bleeding rivers.</p>
<p>They block out my sight and crowd my vision.</p>
<p>Some people can't see the forest for the trees,</p>
<p>But I can't see life for the distractions.</p>
<p>Some nights I lie awake and ponder, </p>
<p>What would it be like to silence those voices.</p>
<p>To clear the trees.</p>
<p>But then again, it wouldn't be a forest,</p>
<p>If it were silent and barren.</p>
<p>Maybe i'm writing down my thoughts,</p>
<p>Because they're too loud. </p>
<p>Or writing away my issues,</p>
<p>Because they finally caught up to me. </p>
<p>Or maybe these words don't exist at all.</p>
<p>Maybe they're just similes and metaphors </p>
<p>Built on a whole lot of nothing.</p>
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<p>Written by: Sarah Anne Bourgeois <img src="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/62/51/5e/62515e2a44b97d0992d45220512712d8--fantasy-art-women-black-angels.jpg" width="736" height="713"/> </p>
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