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She is destructive with her thoughts; she can’t control herself

anxiety. She wondered if her life was a dream somewhere to someone

and they hated the view

depressed. She coxes herself back down to reality, telling herself that

the mind is vivid in the unknown, it fancies images she can’t describe

better. She wanted to take a deep breath in, but she felt back into her darkness.

Mindful. She wondered what meaning did her mind fancy

Or if there was meaning to her mind at all.

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