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Apr 2019
I have never understood it either.
Being alive, but unable to live.

Do not listen to the voices,
to their words.
My brain is a command center for all of my demons.

They know.

How to be dead, but able to live.
They live through me.

The thought is always on my mind,
how my mind is really not mine.

a.n.p
Alanaa Bowie Peterson
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Alanaa Bowie Peterson  26/F/Some lil Wonderland
(26/F/Some lil Wonderland)   
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