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Jul 2019
There are days I ponder the what if’s
I try to limit this mind game I put myself in, but it drags me back down from the future to the past.
The spiral starts to begin and it begins fast.
I torture myself for no good reason.
This headspace is what I feel comfortable in.
I stop myself before it progresses.
These spirals are reminders that my demons need to be fed, even though they only exist in my head.
I learned a valuable lesson, you must not keep them in the basement and left there to be forgotten.
They will find a way to lure you back in.
Keep them close and well fed.
Don’t give in to what they want you to do.
Remember they want to be let loose, they want to run around in your head untamed.
You must remind them that it is you who controls this game!
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Jaz  24/F
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