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I sit down with my mind at night, after each day with her

I want to relax, I say

She decides whether she listens

She might play memories of an unpleasant thought on a loop in my head

Like a movie you don't want to watch that keeps coming on

I used to fall victim to this

Mad at every one but myself, for my own thought patterns

But now I know, my mind is a tool

If I use her correctly, she works for me

No I tell her, I want to relax

I speak kindly to myself

I show my mind that I love her but

I have control

See, she's a sponge, she absorbs everything

My consciousness, my heart and my soul have to filter through her thoughts

Then together with all of them, I choose what I allow, what I think, what I am