I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts.
My mind is the soundtrack that only the broken ones like. A playlist that is nothing but loud and messy.
Is this push and pull of thoughts that end up stuck together and never seem to be free. Being organized is my mind’s worst flaw.
I have scars that you can’t see. Hurt that I don’t even apprehend. And a brain full of confusion accompanied by dizziness that is consuming my youth.
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