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Aug 2014
A glitch in my brain that I can't seem to shake
Even the mundane causes me fear and pain
Stupid, worthless, my own self-fulfilling prophecy
Dependent, useless, I can't keep up with everything

The muscle inside my chest beats
Therefore, I exist
Therefore, I am
I am?
I am...
I am.
But what the hell am I?
how i think on a bad day
krissie
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krissie  24/F/south carolina
(24/F/south carolina)   
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