Lying on the floor,
Staring at the ceiling,
An empty shell,
Lifeless and hollow.

Are you tired?
How could you be tired?
You haven't done anything?
How could you be tired?

Contemplating silently,
Thinking endlessly,
Thoughts pouring out,
Into a deep abyss

Will it ever stop?
Will it ever end?
The constant sream,
Will it ever run dry?
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