The thoughts spin around and around and around my head
They move fast, but I can read all of them
My internal monologue is laid bare to my eyes
They dart madly to keep up with the words
As they get faster and faster
First, I panic, then the world goes dark
I’m done now, you take the wheel
You are here and I am not
Do what you need to do
Just promise to wake me up when it’s over
So, I can clean up the mess you made
Written by Miss Wren
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