...hopefully not a million more. I seriously don’t know what the **** I am supposed to do. My mind is burning like fire, my chest is bursting with sun beams, and all I can do is sit here and type and listen to the same damn song over and over again. My mind, my mind, my mind, my mind, y mind, my mind.........I don’t know what to do how to shut the **** up. I don’t ****ing know what to do? Can I cut the veil? Can I leave earth? Can I crawl into another world? Can I swallow the sky and float like a cloud? How high can I jump until it’s called flying? How hard can I swing until my arms take flight? I’m not here folks. I’m not ****ing here. I’m in another ****ing universe. My mind has evolved in a short period of time and nothing else can catch up. Nothing can function. Nothing can breathe. I don’t ****ing know how to breThe.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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