There is a little man running inside my head.
Running, running, running. He can't see very well so he bangs around my skull.
Bang bang bang.
Run run run.
Bang bang bang.
Run run run.
He refuses to go away, that little man. He refuses to go away and leave me alone. And he tells me things, things that have so many words and the words have so many syllables and letters and colours and it whirls around in my head and makes me want to scream.
...
I need a holiday.
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