I wasn’t reasonably certain with the thoughts in my head 
Somehow in my head, it occasionally reminded me of my most recent nightmares 
Just because I was alone they came to me 
The sense of unease grew stronger the deeper I looked into my thoughts 
Breathing started to get more difficult 
I can’t fight the thoughts in my head as they are growing bigger and stronger 
I hated to waste the effort I’d already expended
My breathing evened out eventually
I didn’t realize quite how much more efficiently I was thinking.

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