trapper keepera

I dont know how to get away, i worry bout my mental state, sometimes i feel like its too late, im far too gone to be okay but if i see another day, I hope my mind wont be afraid to siphon through my broken things, maybe come across some broken dreams, I use to have high hopes for me. Remind me how my life should be. There is probably nothing worth left to see, abused abandoned fucked up freak, probably why my minds a creep. Too many thoughts I should not keep. I know its why I never sleep. lost photo books of memories of the greatest times Ive never seen,  its all a big surprise to me. hoarding mind thanks ocd.

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