Mind
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Category : Diary/Journal
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I'm running from the truth. I'm running from peiple I love. My mind isn't right. I can't seem to think straight. I can't seem to make the right call. All I feel is pain. I'm trying to find the words, but my mind seems to think that it is nothing. All is lost it says, there's no one here to help there is no help. I believe it half of the time. I never hear the signs for what I have. I'm screwing things up. I'm getting scared, and that only makes thing worse. I'm having trouble trusting people. But I know those who will never turn on me unless they have to. I love them. And I know all I have to do is ask. My mind needs you. YOU ARE MY HELP. (YOU KNOW WHO Y'ALL ARE)
