You see it's these late night thoughts they kill me. keeping me up all night as if sleep isn't important. I feel like my thoughts are getting eaten away by some negative demon, making me feel like everything I've done is wrong even if it's not. You see the thing is I make my thoughts get to me like every other human being. Wish I could find a way to make myself feel calmer, perhaps get faded just so i don't have to stay up this late analyzing everything. ..Thoughts; all they really are is a form of self torture, or at least in my mind.
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