Midnight Thinking
Shot for me
Pray for me
Slay my deamons inside of my brain.
Diagnose my mental illness.
Split apart my personalities within.
A Psychology major setting out to heal those with problems they lost their battles to.
A book and pen to portray the modern hero. The villian is ignorance and pills.
Pills to give those who are alone with friends all the itme, making them feel lost inside their minds.
Damn.
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