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All the words in my head keep spiraling, viraling
on a constant loop of never ending speech
it's tiring and not at all inspiring
the noise is never ending
like it's pending
waiting for an invitation
to send me to a nation
that we call sleep
finally I'm able to get away
from the noise that's driving me insane
just hoping that when i wake
it doesn't come with me
if I hear it again
I promise I will scream
at the top of my lungs
praying God will take it all
I know He can do it
and He will
because no matter what I've done
He thinks about it little to none
He just cares
I decided to come HOME
Copyright © Miranda Sole | Year Posted 2022
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