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Jun 2014
Her mind races, so much that it makes her head hurt.
Is it confusion?
Is it over-thinking?
Or is it just plain insanity?
She wants, she needs, a lot but not too much.
She needs that reassurance one get from being in love, or being loved.
But then she thinks to herself and she decides she doesn't need it. She simply craves company. Someone to help pass the time. Someone to temporarily replace the void she feels. Because she's either confused, or crazy. Or maybe she just doesn't know. Doesn't know why she's here or why she feels this way.
Little does she know that, not a drug in the world can fix that. Not a single love can fill her soul and not the highest moment can clear the confusion.

#confusion #sad #lost
Written by
Leona  The moon
(The moon)   
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