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Wheels

My wheels are constantly turning
Going around and around
Always in a circle
Like a dog chasing its tail
The sound of my wheels, are making me crazy
Because it’s the same thing
Over and over, again and again

I want the wheels to stop
But doubt is the fuel added to the fire
Making the wheels spin faster
No one can hear them spinning
Though I hear them every day
Saying the same thing
Doubt, Fear, Uncertainty
Over and over and over


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