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Feb 8
when the brain doesn't function properly
happiness is relative.
sadness is constant.
and everything matters.
yet, at the same time, nothing does.
i will overthink with an empty head.
and laugh when i feel like dying.
in a room full of people,
and i haven't said a word.
i am quite frankly,
alone.
and i have no on else to blame but me.
Written by
K  NJ, USA
(NJ, USA)   
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