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My thoughts mirror every object that hits my attention ******* me into a world distraught, hurt, and in a frenzy.. When will the good times roll? When will my hurt come out of what feels like a sunk in hole. my whole is picked apart hope is no longer attached. I just feel under attack. waiting like a fish almost breathing under water I feel sick when I just want to feel stronger..
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
under attack
My thoughts mirror every object that hits my attention ******* me into a world distraught, hurt, and in a frenzy.. When will the good times roll? When will my hurt come out of what feels like a sunk in hole. my whole is picked apart hope is no longer attached. I just feel under attack. waiting like a fish almost breathing under water I feel sick when I just want to feel stronger..
alyssa-nena
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
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