Thoughts of a racing mind
As I lay awake at midnight
In the dark and there is no light
I am left with all these questions
All my thoughts and my suggestions
Thoughts are racing, neurons firing
All these questions, they get tiring
Flooding, floating, overflowing
I can't take it, Is it showing?
I lose focus, I can't sleep now
I would make it stop now but how?
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