I live in perpetual self hatred over the things that spew from this mouth of mine. My brain, my actions, are in disconnect. Self control: non-existent. Forever shuddering over past words, memories of things said and done and written. No take-backs. Can't run fast enough, can't run far enough. Recent past, the whispers shout back at me. Just so fricken tired of being misunderstood.
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Don't stop writing.
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