Thinking is the root of my evil
The acknowledgment of my pain
And extension of my sorrows
A thousand thoughts go through my head
Yet few seem to be joyful
They drag me out
And pull me down
But I live to see another day
So all the bad thoughts that are in my head
Just blow away like dust
With that first breath of air as I wake
I come to realize
My thoughts will never win
I will never break.
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