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Slow thoughts let you dwell into them, suck out every possibility until you're convinced anything could be a reality, or anything could be fantasy.
I hurt a lot more often than I care to admit, I think today I realized why.
Maybe it's just the chemicals in my brain, rearranging.
Eradicating
Exaggerating
compressing
depressing
A certain type of loneliness has been chosen to plague my soul.
One day I'll understand why.
I'm not really down about anything.
I'm not unhappy, but i'm not exited about life.
I'm not unhappy, but i'm not exited about life.
And that says a lot more than anything I could ever type out.
We are such angsty teens :|
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