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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.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Copyright © Juanita Thorn | Year Posted 2013
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