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It was a bad night last night My tear stained cheeks and sliced up wrists can vouch. I never know what I'm thinking anymore... Or why. I just know that I am. It's scary, You know... Being like this. I get scared, and other people get scared. More often than not, I can't control these thoughts... These protruding and unwelcome thoughts but I don't know what to do. I never know what to do anymore. I just know that I've had a lot of bad nights lately. A lot of them. But I don't know what to do.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
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It was a bad night last night My tear stained cheeks and sliced up wrists can vouch. I never know what I'm thinking anymore... Or why. I just know that I am. It's scary, You know... Being like this. I get scared, and other people get scared. More often than not, I can't control these thoughts... These protruding and unwelcome thoughts but I don't know what to do. I never know what to do anymore. I just know that I've had a lot of bad nights lately. A lot of them. But I don't know what to do.
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SerenePineapple
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SerenePineapple
28/F/Minnesota
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
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