impulsive
I tried, I tried to change.
But my mind takes me to an evil place.I cannot bare these terrible thoughts, my unbearable actions. I have become derange. I have no satisfaction. I have no faith for myself & I wonder if it would be easy living as someone else. With No regrets from the past or regretting the present. I just want to be normal, I long to be content
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