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Feb 2019
Honestly i don’t know what I’m doing. This is the same route I’m on and off of . I’m on red but I pass go. One minute im okay the next I’m about to explode. Theres land mines in my brain multiple people walk all over and when it gets packed . Theres always that one to set me back. My logic shuts down and panic run around. I run and hide so the panic can subside . Scared of judgment so I don’t show my face . I just walk away. Im impatient as well and I seem to always pace when things get late. I’m so hurt and insane. Theres bubbles in my veins. Pop it goes to my shame. My thoughts are running in place. A marching band that hasn’t had practice since 2002 the day I was born it set off an alarm and turned into a storm. I dance along the rain and dirt and splatter my blood all over my shirt. . As I sit here in places I’m not supposed to be waiting on a guy to pick me up and show me good times so I can avoid my education . Is this what paradise is like. Running away from responsibilities a vacation set to be free. Is this really me? Is this who I’ve become to be. How sad is that in every way. I’m sorry momma for all the pain. I’m sorry dad for the games. I’m sorry to myself for all of these doubts. I’m sorry for these bombs and chains.
habits of mine.
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Mia  16/F/el paso
(16/F/el paso)   
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   Perry
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