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The whispering in my brain

The whispering in my brain
Wont stop no matter how
Far I drive down the fast lane
I twist and I turn to its biding

The whispering in my brain
Refuses to be tamed,
It follows me like a shadow,
Relentless, unashamed.

It speaks of all my fears,
My doubts, my regrets, my tears,
It haunts me day and night,
An endless, torturous fight.

But every night it offers

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