In a restless mind, thoughts start to loop,
Round and round, like a crowded troop.
Heartbeats race, a dance of dread,
Chasing shadows, where calm once led.
Each worry spins, a dizzying flight,
Caught in the cycle, no end in sight.
But a breath can break, the silent shout,
Step by step, we’ll find a way out.
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