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It's hard to explain. The patterns in my brain are like scratches on a CD when all you want is to listen to the music but the damn thing keeps on skipping and repeating certain parts while everyone else is dancing in their cars and you're just trying to drive and breathe.

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KacieFinn

35 / F / California

For You?

Written by

KacieFinn

35 / F / California

Published: Apr 8, 2020
Time: 1m

Notes: when a friend asked me what it feels like.
but there's more to it than that.

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