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Everyone is someone new for me to run away with mentally or physically. All of my suitcases Filled with baggage I try to forget to bring them Yet my hands always ache from gripping the handles. There are maps and magazines I wish I could jump into I'm chained to poor mental health Poor decision making And a desire for the room to stop spinning Long enough for my thoughts to take shape clearly. Casual *** and let-downs strengthen my mental block. No one can reach me.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
My Only Friends are Lovers too
Everyone is someone new for me to run away with mentally or physically. All of my suitcases Filled with baggage I try to forget to bring them Yet my hands always ache from gripping the handles. There are maps and magazines I wish I could jump into I'm chained to poor mental health Poor decision making And a desire for the room to stop spinning Long enough for my thoughts to take shape clearly. Casual *** and let-downs strengthen my mental block. No one can reach me.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
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