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#disscociation
It's been one of those days, Where I don't quite feel Human. Those days where my brain is elsewhere. Like it's in the supermarket,   And my bodies woken up in the car Almost sure where it is. Like I've just sat down, And my brain's not sure where to sit. Like I've lost track of how many drinks I've had, But I can tell you I've been drunk 4 nights this week.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
Explaining my Dark Days to a Stranger
Why am I me? I sometimes ask myself. Why am I not somebody else? I could have been anyone, anywhere. So why am I me, why am I here? I am who I am, but why? Will I be someone else after I die? Why do I look the way I do? Why am I me and not you? I am me, but why am I this way? How come I am alive today? From all the people I could be Why am I exactly me?
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
Why?