Unstable

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By Debra

I am writing about the way I feel, so don't ever think my stuff ain't real. My heart is so sick I need a Xanax quick. I try and numb the pain, but its like a fire burning in the rain. Will it be better or stay the same, I feel like I'm going insane. The weight of the world is on my shoulders. I try to keep it all filed away in folders, But this *h*t* don't stop it comes at me so quick o my God I'm about to get sick. Trying to find a piece of mind is like looking for Gold in a Cole mine. I wanna know what I did so wrong, that my mind even feels the need to write this song. My body and brain feels so irritated I think this being "happy" S*i* is over rated.

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July 12, 2014 13:09George Chow

mind as well eat it :P

September 8, 2014 07:13Golden Ghetto Kidd

Sweet