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My mind works like a dead engine. Over and over again it turns. It hurts me, Just a little more each time. For no reason at all. Sometimes I just wish, The **** thing would start running, Or just completely stall.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Late Night Over-Thoughts
My mind works like a dead engine. Over and over again it turns. It hurts me, Just a little more each time. For no reason at all. Sometimes I just wish, The **** thing would start running, Or just completely stall.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
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