In the whirlwind of time
I do not think
I barely sleep
barely breathe.
Better and more intoxicating
than remaining motionless,
prey to my thoughts.
For all my laugh's
and all the relaxed and the busy moments
I can feel something at the back of my head
scratching to come back in.
I can feel the irritation building up in me.
this feeling... i haven't found a way in evading it...
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