In the web of my mind, thoughts whirl and spin,
Every word, every message, I ponder within.
Calling, conversing, with faces around,
Overthinking's tight grip, leaves no solid ground.
In the theater of thoughts, I endlessly play,
Seeking escape from this cyclical fray.
Oh God of Overthinking, loosen your hold,
Let me find peace in the stories untold.
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