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My mind is a beehive
buzzing with thoughts,
and you keep asking me
what they are, keep
asking what’s going on,
but how do I tell you
there’s nothing, my
thoughts feel like
a hole, and I’m Alice
jumping in- the only
difference is, I never
land in Wonderland.
How do I tell you I
keep thinking of how
much I ate, of how much
I achieved, of how much
of a person I am, and all
the answers are
inadequate, I am
a person made of
terror and panic,
and I’m not sure how
to translate that into
normal just yet- I’m
sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.