A thought enters my mind, But it does not feel like mine.
A thought enters my mind, But it does not feel like mine. “I should drive off the road.”
A thought enters my mind, But it does not feel like mine. “I should drive off the road.” My hands are not inclined
A thought enters my mind. But it does not feel like mine. “I should drive off the road.” My hands are not inclined to act upon,
A thought enters my mind, But it does not feel like mine. “I should drive off the road.” My hands are not inclined to act upon, this intrusive thought I find.
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