Mental Health
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i have always been built of bones, structured from the ground up sutured together with arteries and veins, red and blue, pulled together and weaved through feeding me life of some kind or another as they ought to do pull those bones tight together with muscles and tendons wrapped around with ligaments, building a home
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Happiness. It’s such an odd thing. Such a weird, fickle, terrifying thing, really. We spend our whole lives hunting it down like it’s the answer to everything. Essentially, it is. Isn’t that the true purpose of this one life we are given on this big blue ball floating around the galaxy? Eh, perhaps. I’m sure
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Don’t push too hard. Don’t expect too much. Don’t worry about that. That’s my favorite. Don’t worry. Don’t worry about that, that will never happen. Because let me tell you, it always happens. I am strong willed and loud about it. I am an exhausting human to be around. I push and I push and
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That moment. You know the one I’m talking about. You’ve had them. The moment I said it you instantly thought of one of them. The moments that made you. The moments that broke you. But that moment. You know the one. That one. When you close your eyes and think of it you can remember
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Sometimes I stumble. It’s a major side effect of being the very flawed human I happen to be. They don’t give you a handout at birth. Not one specifically designed to you, anyways. The one that says you’re going to go through some shit. You’re going to walk so far into a swamp you’re going
I Would Rather Be In Bed 