When I get a problem
I think and think about it
until I can't even remember what caused this slumber in the first place.
My thoughts gnaw away at me
like a ravenous zombie,
not stopping the constant picking at my brains
until consumed completely
and I become infected with this strange disease,
and what started as a little worry
has devoured my reason and rationality.
All I can do is wait until the day you put me into quarantine,
away from my own mind and from your words,
sometimes I think it would be better for everyone's safety.
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