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I sit at my desk
Thinking
Thinking so hard
" God, why can't I know what's wrong with me? "
" Is there even anything wrong? "
The day i realized i was distracting myself, hurt me.
I'm not happy without distractions.
I am not well.
I sit at my desk
Thinking
Thinking so hard
" God, why can't I know what's wrong with me? "
" Is there even anything wrong? "
The day i realized i was distracting myself, hurt me.
I'm not happy without distractions.
I am not well.
This is inspired by how scrambled my thoughts feel
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