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All the voices Running through My mind, mistaken. My thoughts feel taken. They can’t be my own, But yet here I lie Writing yet another one Trying to wind back up, Rather than come undone.
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
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All the voices Running through My mind, mistaken. My thoughts feel taken. They can’t be my own, But yet here I lie Writing yet another one Trying to wind back up, Rather than come undone.
Written on the bus while listening to metal music, kinda ironic, right? Jan.9.2020
#mindfuck#voices
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20/M/Wherever I May Roam
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
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