Overthinker
Their mind runs in every direction, they sit in their room listening to indies rock, portaying the perfect life through their toughts. They do their best to block out the bad with the good, and yet, their mind stops them everytime. They can no longer focus on the conversations between friends. So, they block everyone out, they shut down, and they never stop thinking... until, that person comes into their life and allows them the chance to breath and process whats going on around them, they find comfort in the solace that person brings them, and for once they hear silence, the can focus on the person they care most about, and above all else they can see who truly cares about them... and maybe, loves?
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