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Buzzing, itching, crowded mess. Pounding, pounding, in my head. Nothing matters, not anymore. It never did, never at all. Slowly sinking, drowning, cold. I think I'm starting to lose my hold. My grip on reality is wearing thin. It's time I let the demons in.
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Buzzing
Buzzing, itching, crowded mess. Pounding, pounding, in my head. Nothing matters, not anymore. It never did, never at all. Slowly sinking, drowning, cold. I think I'm starting to lose my hold. My grip on reality is wearing thin. It's time I let the demons in.
lukoje
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
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