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I wish I could stop all the time around me. But keep moving, myself. So I could have time. And see it all. And get better. And know what to do. It's not an option. So I have to do these things while everyone keeps moving. Which makes it all more complicated. And confusing. And hard. Please know I hear your offers for help. And appreciate them. But I cannot accept. Helping me is just not something that will actually help me. I have to sort this, with out anyone else. But... It's so loud. And Oh! It's too much. The white interference. A symphonic cacophony. And I'm just more (and more) lost than before. Caught in a tide. Frantic to hide. Drowning. And I want to stop. Breathing. Yours, Trouble
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
To Everyone Who Suffers To Love Me,
I wish I could stop all the time around me. But keep moving, myself. So I could have time. And see it all. And get better. And know what to do. It's not an option. So I have to do these things while everyone keeps moving. Which makes it all more complicated. And confusing. And hard. Please know I hear your offers for help. And appreciate them. But I cannot accept. Helping me is just not something that will actually help me. I have to sort this, with out anyone else. But... It's so loud. And Oh! It's too much. The white interference. A symphonic cacophony. And I'm just more (and more) lost than before. Caught in a tide. Frantic to hide. Drowning. And I want to stop. Breathing. Yours, Trouble
wolflight
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
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