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Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow.

I think. A lot.

I think about everything, anything.

It varies from "What am I doing with my life?" to

"Did I have homework?".

The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud.

It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about.

Sometimes I hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again.

The split second before sleep is the most active second of my life.

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