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Walking, walking, walking Keeping a steady pace My heart starts to race Caught in the moments embrace I conciously ask myself “what may it be?” I hear someone speaking to me Looking in every direction for a sight Finally realizing it’s my mind say be free Don’t know how to respond Waiting for the next thought to respawn Just hoping it doesn’t take too long Contemplating what will go wrong Back and forth, back and forth Similar to a relay Wishing it would fade away The rampant thoughts going astray All because they have the urge to play No idea what it may be Then it hits me It’s your face, I see The thing that is driving me crazy But why, who are you?…

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