I distract myself.
Problems, fears - muted by diversions.
I busy myself so my feelings don’t come up and eat me alive.
Anything that brings me adrenaline.
It courses through me,
leaving me nothing else to feel but excitement,
my brain buzzing.
A distraction from who I truly am.
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We often distract ourselves even from whom we are. Well said
Thank you, I appreciate it!!
You are most welcome Freyaaa
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