August 2011
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Falling Short of the Great
I hate to think that all good things come to an end, but I have the feeling that they do.
That someday, things will end. That the truth will come out and you’ll leave me. That I’ll cause something bad to happen.
I don’t know. Part of me knows it’s not true that I’ll do something bad because of my OCD. I have these repetitive thoughts freaking me out that I’ll...
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You don't know me
You don’t know me so don’t act like you do. You don’t know what it’s like when I have a panic attack and my thoughts spiral out of control. I can’t stop them and I can’t stop myself from becoming a creature of my mind, unmoving to the world but subject inside to the turmoil that makes tears come from my eyes as all you that look on try and understand why is she...
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“You’re waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope the train will take you, but you cannot be sure. But it doesn’t matter, because we’ll be together.”