Spoken Words

I need a good book I left the Art one I’m so in my head with no outlet struggling to find understanding within the depths of others thoughts the stress of being normal or whatever its fuckin call my brain gets tired but I can never sleep all I can do is hear my inner child scream but it’s on me to fuckin carry the weight all I want is my God-given gifts my children never to witness The unconditional pain of fathoming the existential threat of the cause of the confusion within they brain saf to say i want my kids to have the world but only with glass around it like fish in a safe little tank but even Dory got lost damn short term memory loss

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