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The Great Unrest
Noise that fills the troubled mind
Ins and outs they all collide
Thoughts drowned out not fully formed
Coming through faster than the norm
Rising up then falling down
Trying to escape this horrible sound
Running far away it seems
Yet not moving towards my dreams
Now little more than a memory
The quiet seems to be a dream
Ins and outs they all collide
Thoughts drowned out not fully formed
Coming through faster than the norm
Rising up then falling down
Trying to escape this horrible sound
Running far away it seems
Yet not moving towards my dreams
Now little more than a memory
The quiet seems to be a dream
Published 3rd Jul 2020
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