OVERTHINKING
The gosts of my decisions are haunting me in my sleep. My mind wont let me sleep. All the possible scenarios running trough my mind is keeping me wide awake. I cant help it and even if i wanted to my mind wont take a brake. What if i say it wrong? What if my mascara is smudged? I can feel the sweat running down my back, cold, giving me chills. I swallow even though my mouth is dry. My mind blank like peice of paper. Im a prisioner of my own mind with no hope left for rescue.
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