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I feel like two people in one, Either complete control or none. Passive agressive. Wildchild, on top of the world, Too numb to care or worry. But happy. Unhappy? Doing well, but The restraint of patience burning at my insides. Caring too much or too little? Thinking too much. I never know. Right feels wrong, But wrong feels wrong too. Young but too old, Still too old to feel so young. A ticking bomb.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
Self Destruction
I feel like two people in one, Either complete control or none. Passive agressive. Wildchild, on top of the world, Too numb to care or worry. But happy. Unhappy? Doing well, but The restraint of patience burning at my insides. Caring too much or too little? Thinking too much. I never know. Right feels wrong, But wrong feels wrong too. Young but too old, Still too old to feel so young. A ticking bomb.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
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