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I feel fuckin' restless. There is too much noise in my head as my thoughts rush by like cars on a freeway. I can't make them stop going 90 miles an hour And I can feel the anxiety rising with the speedometer. I'm running out of gas but I just keep going Faster..              Faster..                           Faster. The car in autodrive, I'm just waiting for the crash.
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
Racing Thoughts
I feel fuckin' restless. There is too much noise in my head as my thoughts rush by like cars on a freeway. I can't make them stop going 90 miles an hour And I can feel the anxiety rising with the speedometer. I'm running out of gas but I just keep going Faster..              Faster..                           Faster. The car in autodrive, I'm just waiting for the crash.
*** is going on with me?
chelsea-rae
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
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