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My fingers twitch, my mind is racing Nobody understands what I’m facing They call me selfish and addictive They’ve no idea what it’s like to live As my mind races out of control I’m like Alice falling down the black hole My hands grabbing for something to hold But there’s nothing…its lonely and cold My heart races I can’t think straight And all this because my dinner is late I live my days to a strict routine Oh how I’d love to just wipe my mind clean. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ©copyright Juanita Torr ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~