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Whats wrong with me?
I dont know.
Why dont I know?
I dont know.
How do I hide the wounds that dont show?
How would I find?
Oh how would I find these feelings,
These thoughts that bind my mind together?
These assortments of trash, convoluted and twisted and warped into something vile, something horrid?
That I call a mind.
That I call my mind.
How can I figure out somebody elses problems?
To help my friends through,
When I cant get myself through this dark empty room?
I end up stumbling,
I end up on my knees,
With my face on the floor,
My thoughts strung out before me.
I avoid their questions,
I dodge them with care,
With the lame excuse of, the fact,
That My mind is only one thing that I wont share.
I would like to be restored.
I would like to have my mind back to me.
I would like my own thoughts,
Without having to squint through the haze of my mind to see.
My life is not my own.
One by one,
Blown away by some
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