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How do I convey myself in the hobbies I've kept close How am I supposed to fabricate originality if I keep needing a higher dose of the drug that keeps waters calm and skies clear my dear I feel a storm coming about noon of every day thoughts begin constricting in unnoticeable ways strangling hope and taunting fear I swear I hear the scream I can't make or maybe it's the doubt I couldn't shake the existence that I fake or the pieces I let people take And I'm sorry now for realizing how I made them believe I'm the same but I'm so wise for my age I've torn down my own way.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
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How do I convey myself in the hobbies I've kept close How am I supposed to fabricate originality if I keep needing a higher dose of the drug that keeps waters calm and skies clear my dear I feel a storm coming about noon of every day thoughts begin constricting in unnoticeable ways strangling hope and taunting fear I swear I hear the scream I can't make or maybe it's the doubt I couldn't shake the existence that I fake or the pieces I let people take And I'm sorry now for realizing how I made them believe I'm the same but I'm so wise for my age I've torn down my own way.
About the of effect of " what they're supposed to do." But I use them to my advantage.
#dark#adhd#maturity#manipulation#indigo#meds
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
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