My head is spinning.
Constantly running...
Asking all these questions that I don't have the answers to.
I wish my head wasn't in this constant loop of dread and overthinking.
It's exhausting.
Sometimes I don't know how to feel or what to do.
It's like my thoughts are this heavyweight that I can't get off my shoulders.
I'm tired of constantly carrying that weight around.
It's starting to feel like it's weighing me down.
Mentally and physically.
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Natavia hobert (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A burden to be lifted. Nicely written
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