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Jun 2018
Its been two days since my feet have
touched the ground.
I spend every other minute thinking about everything I want to avoid.
And for the rest of the time I try
My hardest to concentrate on how it would feel if I couldn't feel anything anymore.
I never wanted to be this person who couldn't get a handle on myself.
Spending days in a fog,
Not sure of where I am
Or where Ive been.

I dont even know what Im trying to say. I just feel like Im trying to make my way through a river of glue, and its real ******* hard to move my legs today.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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