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Jun 2013
i've always been know as an emotional disaster,
my thoughts never necessarily made sense to me.
my thoughts sometimes drive me to insanity,
my thoughts sometimes stress me to no end,
i'm sixteen years old with grey hairs and a beard.
i feel as though my soul is aging faster than my own appearance is.
stressed, depressed, thinking
Written by
Nothing  New York
(New York)   
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