Chase Whot?

It's now 2:59am on the 21st, and since the 20th had come and gone, I had only 45 minutes of shut eye. Did not even doze off like I usually do when I was on the bus on my way home. I was just gazing out the window, feeding my brain with more trash. What's eating Terisa Green? Can't quite recall, or I just don't want to. I'm physically, mentally, spiritually, you-name-it-TIRED; but I can't seem to move my heavy butt up to my bed, and get my heavy head on to my pillow, and just fucking doze off. So here I am, again, emptying some trash from my brain after so long. Was listening to Chasing Cars over and over. Yes it's old, but it's like the song of the season for me. It speaks, with rythm, my currently unsound mind.

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Chasing cars. Every second of my life. So much, I lost my sense of direction and a grip of myself. How many can actually forget about the world? What's eating me? Demands. From every one else but myself. My brain's ticking like the seconds, stopping any moment, dead very soon. Hopefully then, I'll remember to ask my old friend, Terisa, how she's been doing.

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When was the last time you stopped for a minute to listen to yourself?

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Old friend's waiting.

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Kudos.