Songs

I hate it when a song gets stuck in my head.

It plays on repeat until I’m blue in the face.

I can’t think about anything other than the lyrics.

My brain starts singing with out warning

and I start to think I am going crazy.

That is what depression is like.

It comes up at the most inconvenient times

Paralyzing you

knowing that it is in control.

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