Thoughts

Alone with my thoughts,

My endless thoughts.

Thoughts of the hells I've been too,

The seas I've nearly drowned in,

The noose around my neck,

And the chair that is slowly slipping away.

Those aren't my only thoughts.

Think about the good times,

And the hells slowly go away.

I think about the free moments,

Where nothing mattered.

The memories where we didn't think at all and we ran wild in their midst.

The thoughts that never ventured into tomorrow.

The thoughts that could take my worries and cares away.

Those thoughts keep me going.

The End

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