A thought. Go, go —stop.
A thought — go.
Stop. Stop. Go.
A thought, and I can't make it stop.
A thought, it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and I can't make it stop.
Stop. Stop. Go.
A thought, I wake up — and it's there. I fall asleep — and it's there. A thought, whispering, screaming.
A thought.
Stop. Stop. Go.
A thought, that is always there. A thought, that never leaves. A thought, that keeps me awake. And it goes, and it goes.
A thought.
Stop. Stop. Go.
A thought, Inside my head — trapped. A thought. A prisoner. I wake up — and it's there. I fall asleep — and it's there. It whispers — it screams, it keeps me awake, and it is always there. Always there. Always there.
Go. Stop. Stop. Go.
and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes
A thought, and I can't make it stop.
A thought. Go.
Stop. Stop. Go.
Stop. Stop. Go.
Stop. Stop. Go.
Stop. Stop. Stop...
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