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Nov 2015
Yet
Am I about to lose my mind?
I can't think enough
I can't think too much
I can't think, not even a bit.

I overthink, therefore I do think.
I oversleep, I stay up late at nights though.

I don't feel as if I were living.
It all feels like a dream, as if I were floating,
floating through my life.
Not living my life.

Barely,
Existing.
Maybe, maybe, I haven't lost my mind *YET
Mila Berlioz
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Mila Berlioz  20/F/Honduras
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