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Intoxicating

Intoxicated by my thoughts. Wishing I knew what is making it all swerve around like snake or worm. I don’t know what caused it? It might had been the tragic event that happened on Wednesday? Even maybe this might be my next mental state prospective; that is strange like all of them. I wish that everything was normal and that I could think straight. Too many things my brain can process, a tragic event or my brain trying to confused me with answers on a test cause I start thinking about my future. Wishing I could go back to the past and be in those comfort memories, that I day dream about and play in a movie in my brain on constant. Only if I could dissect brain. Though I’m in this real world; I’m supposedly in. I could dissect it; however, it would be hard cause I have Derealization and Dyslexia.
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Sipcoffeeinrain
15 / F
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Written by
Sipcoffeeinrain
15 / F
Published
Oct 26, 2018
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Written October 5, 2018 at 9:18 PM in my notes

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#intoxicating#strange#prospective#brain#mentalstate#tragicevent#derealization#zoningout
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