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Tick This is dangerous I'm thinking again. Nothing good comes from the thoughts I have. As they run through my head my sanity does the same. A delicate balance. Am I going insane? My thoughts imprison me, trapping me in this time. Betraying my trust, I'm losing my mind. Tock
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
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Tick This is dangerous I'm thinking again. Nothing good comes from the thoughts I have. As they run through my head my sanity does the same. A delicate balance. Am I going insane? My thoughts imprison me, trapping me in this time. Betraying my trust, I'm losing my mind. Tock
It seems as though when you're in pain, time slows down. Thoughts can inflict pain, the dark corners of our minds playing tricks on us. Time stretches on in these moments of uncertainty and self doubt. Until we are trapped in a timeless prison, with no escape.
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27/M/USA
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
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