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Nights like this I can't seem to function. The Wellbutrin and Klonopin aren't working anymore. No matter if I double the dose. I want to be happy. I want to be loving. But I'm going insane in my mind and I want to pluck every strand of my hair out. I want to tear off this skin and smash my brain in so my thoughts can finally roam freely and not racing in my head. As I walk through the halls, I barely exist. It's all a drift.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
Eroding
Nights like this I can't seem to function. The Wellbutrin and Klonopin aren't working anymore. No matter if I double the dose. I want to be happy. I want to be loving. But I'm going insane in my mind and I want to pluck every strand of my hair out. I want to tear off this skin and smash my brain in so my thoughts can finally roam freely and not racing in my head. As I walk through the halls, I barely exist. It's all a drift.
teliathomas
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
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