self-diagnosis
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I take a shot and follow it with a hit, my mind’s going crazy don’t know how to deal with this, get pushed forward I stumble and bust my lip, guess it’s just another part of this crazy trip.
Yes, Please. Tell me how
You suffer just like me. I
Would love to listen,
But I have to tend
To the deep, deep, deep wounds that
Are carved into my
Head. Yes, please. Tell me
