Stupid
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Stop
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Don’t think
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Stupid
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Stop
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Don’t think

Late at night and I can’t think
All these feelings doing the thinking for me

I reach for the sky
It rushes down to meet me

Suffocated between ground and air
If only I could lift like Atlas

Except I can’t
So it all comes crashing down

One thought rushes to another to another to another to another to another to another

Thoughts to emotions, emotions controlling thoughts. Thoughts to emotions, emotions controlling thoughts.