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Can't stop

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LucasCAPS

Published: Aug 24, 2010

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Literature Text

Can't stop thinking about
brain activity, which makes me
less and less sound

Won't stop buzzing around,
looking for distractions
of which I'm not even fond

Can't stop beating myself
up for being unable
to cease these synapses

I can't stop being myself!
I can't stop being
and I can't be stopped

I'm gonna be this way,
whether I'm likable or not,
'cause I'm the only me that I've got

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Inspired by the pretty good

, I took the initiative of doing something short and melody-less.

This one's about a person whose brain never turns off, and who has no hopes of changing anytime soon. A highly egocentric piece, one might say, by observing that every single personal pronoun is in first person singular.

(I know the first stanza is ambiguous on what harms the character's sound mind. I decided to keep it ambiguous because both interpretations are valid.)