Poem: Mind Games.

Mind Games.

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It is seven in the morning now

Yet I have not slept at all

I have just lain here

Worrying about everything,

Yawning so deeply that

It makes my eyes water.

I don’t know why I am worrying so,

Even the smallest change

In the tiniest thing

Causes me terrible panic attacks.

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